Wally the wombat woke up early one morning to a winter wonderland. He left his nook to play in the powdery snow. Covered with a dusting of snow, he ventured to find friends to play with. He found the burrow of the new wombat in town.
“Hello?” he called out, hearing his voice echo inside. The quiet voice of Willa replied “Hello” as she waddled sleepily toward the entryway.
“Yes, hi. Wow, your fur is covered in snow, looks cold.”
“I wanted to ask if you’d like to play in the snow with me?” Wally asked.
“My name’s Wally. You’re Willa, right?”
“Oh no. I’m not interested in being all wet and cold like you must be right now. Snow is gross. I like to stay warm and dry,” Willa said.
Wally replied, “It’s not so bad.” And he wandered home, a little sad.
The next morning, Wally got up early to roam around in the fresh layers of snow. But he was kind of angry, stomping around because no one wanted to play. In his frustration, he got his footing a little wrong, and became stuck halfway through a raised root. He needed a nudge, so he yelled out for help, over and over, until…
Willa came charging through the snow. Keeping around in the fresh layers of snow. But he was kind of angry, stomping around because no one wanted to play. In his frustration, he got his footing a little wrong, and became stuck halfway through a raised root. He needed a nudge, so he yelled out for help, over and over, until…
Willa came charging through the snow. Keeping up her speed, she nudged Wally, freeing him from the raised root.
“I thought you hated snow!” he said, as he tumbled to his feet.
Willa replied with a smile, “I couldn’t let all this cold wet snow completely blanket you. And now that I’m in it, you’re right, it’s not so bad. Maybe you can show me how to play in the snow?” And that’s what began a friendship between two wombats.