In the Depths of November

On dark November evenings, when a cold wind howls through the damp forest, this Fluffy lights the candles on his little horns and settles comfortably in his den with a favourite book and a jar of jam.

Some say it's precisely the jam that gives him his wonderfully round shape. But Page Rustle insists it's simply a matter of exceptional fluffiness.

He wanders in the thick fogs that so often blanket the forest on cold November days. It is so easy to lose one's way in the mist... but this Fluffy always thinks ahead and carries a kerosene lantern. Its warm light is a beacon for all who are lost.

He loves to settle among the old mossy roots, light his copper lantern and read lullaby tales to the sleeping trees. But this Fluffy has a mischievous streak. And so his stories are often so funny that the trees wake up — rustling their branches and creaking. Then the gnomes must calm them down again, coaxing them back into their winter sleep.

On the first frosty night, the forest stream was covered with a sheet of clear ice. And this Fluffy is preparing to test its strength. His little guardian's staff is topped with a magic crystal — through it he learns the state of the ice.

And if it turns out to be strong enough, Sparkling Ice hurries to share the good news with the forest dwellers: it's time to get your skates out and glide across the frozen forest stream.

When the first snowflakes begin to swirl above the forest, he is filled with indescribable joy. The Fluffy watches in enchantment as the soft snow settles on his little antlers and on his staff, which he has decorated with a snow-dusted fir branch.