The Christmas We Get
The Coyote lounged in his bed, half-awake at best. Without his glasses, he gazed at the beautiful, snowy whiteness. It was a cold December morning, and as usual, he hadn't bothered to put the heater...
The Coyote lounged in his bed, half-awake at best. Without his glasses, he gazed at the beautiful, snowy whiteness. It was a cold December morning, and as usual, he hadn't bothered to put the heater...