
About the work
The snow outside promised quiet, but they tore through their present like two small tornadoes. Every new animal was a tiny roar of triumph. The empty box, not yet discarded, held the real prize.

About the work
The snow outside promised quiet, but they tore through their present like two small tornadoes. Every new animal was a tiny roar of triumph. The empty box, not yet discarded, held the real prize.