Shaking Up The Snowglobe

The laughter continued in an unending stream from his lips. This was how the man lived his everyday life. For what was the point of life without a little fun? As the massive brute wriggled his way into the snow, he felt the cool sensation on his back and heaved a sigh of relief. After several moments of this, he grew bored once more and rose to his feet. Big clumps of snow dropped from his fur, none penetrating the guard hairs of his pelt. Just as he had shaken himself clean, Series felt another ball of snow strike him in the face. Dandelion eyes looked around in confusion. Who was the culprit? At first glance there was no one to be seen. But that could not be. The sandy boy began walking forward, looking around for who it could've been.

Then he peeked around a tangled bush, and his golden eyes caught a flash of fur. He darted forward in an attempt to pounce on the perpetrator, paws digging clumsily into the fresh white powder. "Who goes there? Friend or foe?" Series called out, his voice harmless and playful. Whoever it was that had thrown the snow at him was obviously in the mood to play. And play they would.

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