The blizzard had raged for hours, the wind howling like an angry wolf as the snow piled up in drift. In a small hut, nestled within the snowy wilderness, an old woman named Sarah sat beside the fireplace, drinking from her small cup of hot coffee. Suddenly her gaze fell upon a photograph on her chimneypiece, a photograph of Billy, his face dusted with snow, his dark eyes gazing at her with concern. It was the last time she saw Billy, she was her companion since she was 40, exploring the woods together and chasing squirrels. But now she was gone, lost in the blizzard that had swept through the region claiming whatever stood on its path. Her heart ached, heavy from the thought that Billy was gone forever, her dearest companion.
She sat beside the fireplace adding more woods to prevent the fire from going out when suddenly she heard a scratching sound coming from her window. In a hurry Sarah rushed outside. Standing in the swirling snow was billy covered with particles of snow dust. Sarah's face brightened up, she ran into the blizzard to welcome her lost friend and stroked her fur passionately as she huddled her. Billy's return made her realize Billy was not just a dog, but a true friend who had shown her loyalty even in the face of a howling blizzard. The dog made short hop continually on her as she barked in excitement.
"Come" Sarah said, beckoning her to follow as she returned to the hut.
