The pink fruits in the pure white snow were unusually coveted. It was a peach. Francis doubted his eyes. But when he rubbed his eyes and looked at it again, it was a peach.
It was on a birch-white branch with silvery leaves. Still, the peaches themselves had a pleasant pink hue.
Francis thought of his wife at home. He thought she would love it if he would pick those peaches and brought them to his wife. Francis swallowed.
It's not a city where magic was common, and the peach, a summer fruit in the freezing cold in this mountain valley, he would normally not have touched it because it was suspicious, but now he was in circumstances that made him think about the peach.
Yesterday, his wife sang that she wanted to eat peaches. he wanted to buy some peach jam, but he couldn't afford enough money for food by making firewood all autumn.
Francis thought of his wife and the child she was carrying in her womb. Hands moved toward the peaches without his thoughts. Francis made the holy sign and carefully picked a peach.
Peach drip fell from the tree. Francis closed his eyes. Fortunately, nothing happened. Francis breathed a sigh of relief and plucked peaches into a soft cloth bag containing herbs.
Now he needed to escape this terrible place safely and run to the house where his wife was waiting for him. Francis sneaked back, then turned around and ran away.
***
Matthewsha was sitting on the peach branch and watched Francis move away. Francis was running through the snow like a fox with a fire in his butt.
At first, Matthewsha thought he was a poor stranger who had taken the wrong path, but he was a thief who had come to steal the peaches that Matthewsha had carefully planted and grown.
What should he do about it? Matthewsha clenched his chin and looked at Francis as he moved further and farther away. His jewel-like eyes narrowed like a snake.
Wham! A puppy with a black butterfly mask on a white background bit Matthewsha's collar. It was cold, so it was a sign of the puppy to stop walking and go back into the house.
Matthewsha sighed and hugged the puppy. Cats were so common that it was good to have a puppy as a familiar spirit.
But even though this puppy seemed to be peeing soon, it insisted on defecating outdoors. Whether the weather was cold or hot, it was a hobby walk, so neither Matthewsha nor the dog had a lot of trouble.
Matthewsha rubbed his cheek against the chubby puppy's belly. The warmth and the smell of the dog wafted through the fluffy fluff. It took a bath just a dozen minutes ago, so it smelled really good.
As the puppy struggled in annoyance, Matthewsha came down from the branch with the puppy in his arms. The thought of Francis had flown away.
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