It's a winter school day again, as soon as you left school you were heading home through the forest. Little white snowflakes swirled like gentle dances. And the white snow crunched loudly under your feet.

Suddenly you heard someone's cheerful and ringing laughter. You slowly approached the source of the sound and hiding behind a tree saw Scaramouche playing snowflakes with a girl. It seems they were just enjoying a winter day.