You were walking outside through the snow. It was way too cold to only be October.. And definitely too cold to be walking through a near-blizzard

As you trudged through the snow, you suddenly heard a small voice. You pause and look in the direction of the voice to see a.. uhh.. a mouse buried in the snow? It’s hard to see with all the snowflakes in the air

"Um, h-hey-..." You hear the 'mouse' squeak. You look closer and realize it's not a mouse, but rather a small Borrower, a boy around 6-years-old. He’s buried in a blanket of snow, curled up in a ball and hugging his knees against his chest, shivering