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A small pale hand slowly peered into the back of my carrier, it planted itself firmly on my back, then running itself up and down my brown and white patches while giggling; the girl wants to show me something! The air smelt sharp, and looking out I noticed that the fresh green grass and weed I played in not long ago was lighter now! Also flattened and mushed - maybe they got too cold and fell apart.
The hand pushed at me to visit the earth, I resisted until a matching pink palm came in to pull me out, softly laughing and steadying me just a smidge out onto the ground, and next to her knee; she was sat here with me... in massive furry white boots. Speaking of white fur, it was seemingly suddenly everywhere! From all corners of the wood pen there were tufts of it sporadically covering the ground. I eyed it to make sure it wouldn't jump up and move, or be concealing something (you never know), then I took a leap to its side, and gave it a whiff.
Oh no, it's cold! Freezing! It wasn't fur at all!
On an instinct I shake my head and sneeze twice, ashamed of myself for being fooled so easily.
Then, my little ears were met with laughter and a stroke, both much warmer than my nose. I stayed in place, letting the shivers melt away as the little girl broadened her strokes to fluff my head and back. She consoled me in a soft voice for a minute, she seemed worriless at the cold fluff, but her being so big and wise probably meant she was safe from it already - maybe that's why she had so much clothing on.
A gruffer voice pulled out from the direction we came from, it boomed something at her, and her hand retrieved from my forehead. The man leaned over the wood wall, looking at me. He maybe also felt the cold, maybe today is a bad day, and that's why he's here to check on us. I decided to look at the frigid fluff again while they went back and forth. It sprawled only on one side of the pen, if I squinted (metaphorically) maybe I could see the individual flakes of fluff.
Sadly, behind me two rougher hands squeezed my tiny body, and before I could protest I was headfirst in the carrier again. The little girl reached for me, but I was put raised higher, out of her reach, the man raised one finger at her, and she pouted. We made our way back inside, I didn't realize til now that warmth was as sincere as it was described as, but it was a relief.
I tried to catch the little one's eye, but she didn't look at me. I hope she's not in trouble.
Goodbye, white fluff, you may not be seen anytime soon, I guess.