It was late afternoon and the boy who called him Pooh hadn’t brought him anything to eat since last night when he brought out that piece of excellent meat. He worried the boy had forgotten him. The light that came with morning was already fading. This was good for when Snix needed to sneak out of his fort and scurry over behind a bush to pee. It made him less visible to the people inside the brightly lighted house. But it was bad for finding food. So was the snow pelting down everywhere. Already it was piled so high that Snix had trouble lifting his short legs in and out of it. Once or twice he got stuck, which made him even colder. He jumped his way back into the fort, his coat covered with flakes. He licked the icy white off his legs and shoulders and rolled on the cushions. He tried nosing a cushion up against another one to make a notch where he could wriggle down into for warmth. It didn’t work very well. The wind was so strong it rattled the lawn chairs and lifted the edges of the cardboard and blankets.
