Firefly Glen Come as you are

nap was coming close yes. yes. little winter noises fading, going. there was only white sound of white, soft, warm snow.

it was gong to be a good sleep, yes.

in dream, there was voice that wasn't heard in long, long while. dog smiled, thinking the happy thought of "rodyn!". but it was only thought, and in dream it would become more happy. it would be summer, in dream, and there would be quickfast pronghorn antelope, and rodyn and tk would be chasing them over plains, happier than ever...

warm blanket was draped over herhim. it was soft and fuzzy. so, it was not tk, after all. it was little toblerone, snug in box next to betsy, warmed by many squishy bodies to either side.

toblerone exhaled, content because toblerone did not know hurting hunger, or biting cold, 

or rodyn.