It was a cold winter morning. The ground lay sleeping under an endless blanket of snow. The trees were white, glistening in the sunlight which shone through the bare branches of the trees in the forest beyond the field. Woken by a whisper of wind, she arose. Her dog jumped out of bed, stretched, and followed her around excitedly as she dressed in her warm winter clothes and boots. They went outside together to explore the frozen forest beyond the field. “Sniff sniff sniff snifffffffffffffff” The dog took a breath of air and was immediately fascinated with something, seemingly invisible. “What is it?” The girl said, following her dog as he made his way through the snow. They soon entered the forest, which was only lightly covered in snow so that the crunch beneath their feet was soft. Eventually, after following a winding path through the forest, the dog stopped. In front of them lay a hole about the size of a grapefruit. The dog stuck his wet cold nose into the hole and heard a mole. Suddenly scared, the dog pulled his sniffing snout out of the hole and barked. The girl, too, heard the mole squeak and called her dog away. Why was her dog as timid as a mouse? She was glad he did not catch the poor mole, but was puzzled at his demeanor. Silently they wandered back through the forest and into their house where they enjoyed curling up on the sofa with tea and a book. In his sleep, the dog dreamed of his past life as a mole, twitching his nose and picturing the warmth of his hole.