Wells and Lies

It was dusk before nightfall.

Angor was sitting on a moose-pulled sleigh while reading his map, whereas Neet was diligently controlling their vehicle.

They had entered the Tail Mouse Street where many common residential buildings were located, which were releasing cooking heat from their chimneys to repel the snow. People on the street were mostly kids in thick clothes who were snowballing at each other while waiting for dinner.

While traveling, Neet's sleigh became someone's target as it received several playful strikes.

And unfortunately for Neet, a nicely-timed snowball hit him right in the face, turning a part of his cheek into a reddish color.

The little devil who committed the assault held his stomach and laughed.