The Fox Cub

Early one Sunday morning when the sun was rising, big, bright and orange in the sky, Jenny was camping. Jenny McCarter had blonde luscious locks plaited into neat tight braids going behind her ears, her skin pale, near white as snow.  Rubbing her eyes to make herself feel more awake, a cold shiver came over her. Hearing a crunching sound outside her tent she decided to go and see what was happening. Peering out, she saw a glistening sheet of white snow on everything. She smiled with joy, she hadn’t seen snow in ages. It was beautiful, even though it was knee-deep.