Fredager’s whiskers twitched in frustration. He’d poked his nose outside this morning to check the weather. Fall leaves lay draped on the forest floor around his door. A cool wind had blown his red hat across the room.
His tail twitched as he sniffed the air. The rain had left a puddle beside his front door. It had a thin sheet of ice on it. He could read the signs; it was going to snow soon.
He sighed. “Where are they?”
Fredager was looking for his box of winter socks. Paws on hips he looked around the storage room. Not one box was labeled winter socks. His black eyes flashed. How had this happened?
He rummaged through the box at his feet. It held his summer socks. He picked up a pair of brown socks with stars on them.
The aroma of jasmine teased his nose.
He smiled at fun summer memories the scent reminded him of before he set his nose to sniff the next box. He sniffed through box after box, until he reached a box labeled “Winter Stories”.
He inhaled the aroma of pine and cinnamon. With great delight, Fredager opened the box. A row of folded winter socks lay on top of his winter book collection.