I can hear the crackling fire in the hearth. I hear the snap of wood as the fresh tree is burnt to a crisp. Its almost too loud for my ears. I hear the bark of a dog in the background, yelling at a squirell on a pine tree outside. Stupid dogs. I smell the burning timber in the air, and a possible meal later? I can smell the earthy dirt of wilderness all around. I feel the heat of the fire on my face and whiskers. I can see the snowflakes as they fall outside glittering in the moonlight. It reflects on my large eyes. Time for a nap I think.
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