Pasco the snow-looking rabbit stepped heavily through the giant white blanket making a crunch wherever he went.If you could listen carefully,then you could hear him muttering ancient curses.The swirls of snow attacked him fearsomely but leaving no damage.It was as if the wind knew where he had to go and tried to stop him but no, resiliently he carried on. As he came down from the steep hill that looked as if it tried to make him fall, he saw a cabin a bit far from where he was.

He came down and realized that Greenwich’s wood was still ahead of him.The thought of “ Greenwich ” would make any rabbit shudder. Pasco was already in the middle of the woods when he suddenly heard howling he threw himself onto the floor and hid behind a tree until it went.It was several treacherous days yet to go if he wanted to be safe.He stopped for a bit and rested his poor aching muscles.