Jamaasian Blizzard; A tale of friendship

Long ago, in a land known as Jamaa, the Jamaalidays were almost at an end in the chilly month of December. Jammers were already taking down decorations by now and returning to their normal habits; Buying, selling, trading, scamming, you name it.

The Jamaaliday spirit was already fading away by now. Snow fell from the sky, coating everyone and everything in the white stuff.

A deer slowly trudged through the snow, pulling an old beat up sled behind him. He didn't have much; just that sled and a small makeshift den made out of sticks.

He looked around at the hustle and bustle of Jamaa Township. He gave rides to places to make a living, but the few gems he made in a year were barely enough to sustain himself. He trotted over to a small lavender bunny, who appeared lost.

The rabbit wore a pink headflower, which she had perfectly perched next to her right ear. She had a pink sweater on, wore pink snow boots and wore a pink Jamaaliday scarf. It was obvious she liked pink.

"Excuse me ma'am, you seem lost. May I please be of assistance to help you to your destination?" Our deer said with his best manners. "My name is Dusty and I would love to help." He continued, eagerly waiting for the rabbit's reply.

"Ooh, yes, I need to get back to my den. I left all my fancy pink rares back at my den and until I get them I have to wear these dreadful things." The rabbit told Dusty. "I think those clothes look really nice on you, ma'am. Where is your den?" The buck said. "NICE?! Is that the best you can do? Besides, you should see me in my gowns." The bunny exclaimed.

Before she climbed onto the sled, she examined Dusty. "Where is your spiked collar and tuxedo?" She questioned him skeptically. "Sorry ma'am, I hardly have anything. I give rides to make a living. Would you still like a ride?" Dusty asked.

"I AM SPEAKING TO A COMMON NONRARER? WHY THE NERVE OF YOU TO SPEAK TO ME! I NEVER ACCEPT RIDES FROM FILTHY LOWLIVES LIKE YOU!" The rabbit screamed in fury and disgust, hopping up and slapping poor Dusty on the nose before running away. "Okay, well, um, thanks for your time!" The deer shouted after her before sighing and trotting away slowly.

Dusty passed houses and houses, full of happy families who were sitting by the fireplace, sharing laughs and stories and drinking hot cocoa. He walked on for hours.

He felt happy for the animals that had homes, families and love. He was so busy looking around that he didn't even notice the furry ball of fluffy stuff he had nearly tripped over.

"Ouch.." The white ball of fur said, getting up to face Dusty. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see you. Your lovely white pelt blends in so well with the snow on the ground.

"Thanks I guess. I bet you're pretty nice too." The fluff ball said, turning out to be a pure white fox with ice blue eyes. "I lost my way to my family's den, after slipping on some ice. I guess that's one of the troubles of being blind." She stated. "Could I help you to your home? I have a sled you can ride on." Dusty told the young fox.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any money." The fox said. "That's ok, I will help you anyways." Dusty said to her, allowing the kit to climb onto his sled. "I live on the other side of town. I hope that isn't a trouble. My name is Icy, by the way." The young fox said. "No trouble at all, I'm happy to help." Dusty told her.

After about thirty minutes, the wind started to pick up. Snow started to fall faster, filling in the sled's tracks behind it. Dusty walked on, wanting to make sure the young fox got home safely.

Wind blew branches off the trees, but Dusty walked on, the snow crunching beneath his hooves. He steadily pulled the sled through the snow, determined to get the little fox home.

The sky grew darker, but Dusty walked on. Snow swirled around the township, the wind howling as the land was shrouded in shadows. Suddenly, a faint cry for help echoed through the town. Dusty and Icy could barely hear it over the growing storm. "Someone might be in trouble, we should go investigate!" Icy shouted, although it only sounded like a mere whisper over the winds.