Jamaasian Blizzard; Frozen Friendships

(Rewritten version of Jamaasian Blizzard; A tale of friendship)

Years ago, the Jamaalidays were almost at an end in Jamaa Township, and already the holiday spirit was fading away. The darkened grey sky announced the coming winter storm as hundreds of delicate snowflakes fluttered from the clouds to the ground. Jammers were just beginning to carelessly take down the holiday decorations and make some last minute sales before the blizzard began.

As a deer slowly trudged through leftover snow from the previous storm, tugging a wooden sled behind him, he began to scout for jammers that looked like they needed a ride. You see, taking jammers to and from places was how the buck made a living, and he made most of his money during the Jamaaliday season in Jamaa Township, because, well, in Jamaa, there was a tradition for deer to pull sleighs and whatnot. The deer didn't know who or what started that tradition, but as long as he got enough money to get by, he didn't care.

However, it was getting more and more difficult to compete with the other deer, who had fancy Jamaaliday outfits, sets of (fake and overly large and decorated) antlers, and large, flashy sleds bedazzled with jewels and jingle bells. The deer with less money who couldn't afford such extravagant sleds and instead spent their money on small portions of food from the store instead lost more money every year to the richer ones. All jammers these days cared about were rare items and fashion. Nobody ever stopped to say a simple "Hello!" or "How are you doing?" and instead rushed through life as if it was a big race, never taking the time to notice smaller things and only spent time on the big, fancy things, when the simpler things in life could be just as special.

Stopping by a coffee shop, the buck took a quick break to look around and wait to see if anyone needed a ride. Noticing a small rabbit dressed in lavender, waiting by a street sign and looking rather lost, he trotted over, pulling the sled behind him. The jammer paid him no notice as she stared off into space.

"Excuse me, Ma'am?" The deer said, waving a hoof in front of the bunny's face. The white rabbit blinked before partially diverting her attention to the buck. "What do you want?" She questioned with a toss of the fur on her head. Not minding the other jammer's sudden attitude, the deer replied, trying to remain polite. "I saw you were looking rather lost, so I thought I would come over to see if you needed a ride. My name is Dusty." The rabbit scoffed at this and growled. "About time somebody got here! I've been waiting for a ride across town an hour ago!" Taking out her gem bag from her bejeweled baby blue purse, she continued. "Go get your other sled and your fancy harness and be back in five minutes, I need to get to the hotel NOW. I'll pay you five hundred gems." She said. The deer got a confused look on his face. "This is my only sled, though." He explained. The rabbit made an ugly face and swatted Dusty on the nose. "I would rather wait all day and night for a handsome sled and buck than ride in that clunker of a sled and ruin my reputation!" And with that, the rabbit hopped off. Dusty sighed. "Just like the rest..." He murmured, and continued on his way through town.

(WIP)

(Original version here: Jamaasian Blizzard; A tale of friendship)