Some time ago, on the snow-covered hillsides of the Always Cold Mountain, there was a springly blizzard. Occasionally this can happen. It blew up the snow and swirled it around and around. At this time a little white, fluffy ball was created. As the blizzard subsided, it began to move, rolling down the mountain. It got faster and faster and collected more and more snow. After a while it reached the end of the mountain and landed in a pile of soft powder snow. Immediately BoFis came in festive robes and removed the remaining snow from the little creature.
They brought a softly padded basket decorated with red and gold silk ribbons to collect it. The basket was woven from reeds, which grew far away. One BoFi took the basket with the little furball creature in it, as the others accompanied him to the village. They had ceremonial chimes on a wooden handle and rang them all the way.The village looked like a