It was a long and dark winter night. Fighting the cold, I and Kingman1 slowly walked through the snowy forrest of the Wiehengebirge. We weren't alone, we knew that much. But we had a duty to fulfill. Poling through the snowy, fallen leaves we saw something glimmering in the cone of our flashlight. When we digged the thing out we were surprised. It was a small book, layered with yellow-black fur. At first we didn't know what our hands grasped but after we opened the book we read the full story about this little thing. We took it with us and left this god-forsaken forrest on a journey to find it a new place called 'home'.