Kitt pounced on the unsuspecting mouse, it wriggled and squeaked under his paw.... Kitt watched it for a minute or so, its constant will to survive, thwarted by him in less than a second... he sighed, lifting up his paw...
"run home little mouse, to your family of twenty mouslings, go be a good father to that family....."
the mouse looked up at him for a second... confused... before instinct kicked in and it scampered away to its hole.... Kitt watched it run, sighing, a single snowflake landed on his nose... looking up into the sky he noticed how little snowfall there was.... it seemed the snow storm had lifted, if only for a while...