The winds here slap my face; there, they tickle me gently. The animals here are rare and restrained; there, they are my closest friends. The food here is easy to get; there, it is grown and preserved. Here, noises are loud, buzzing, annoying; there, it’s soothing and simple. Why did I agree? Why did I come? Why did I fall For her trick? What should I think? What should I do? What should I feel About this foreign world? Milk. They have much. But where are the cows? They flavor it, take away its freshness. How do people ruin the fresh, delicious taste of milk, yet don’t spoil it? Animals. Where are they? I want a foal. A lamb. A piglet. Anything. But the only animal I see? A tiny little fish. Stuck in a tank. When I want clothes, I weave them by hand. But where to find sheep’s wool? I refuse to go to the so-called stores to buy clothes pre-made. Pre-made doesn’t understand what I want. What to do here, when I have free time? There, I would ride Cinnamon, my horse. Or care for the farm. Or join with my nearby friends to play. Here, there is nothing like that. My cousins laze. The stare at a big bright box with people in it. I can’t stand it. One day, it snows. I am glad. This is perfect. But all the snowy places are packed with people. Where can we find open land? Fortunately, my aunt knows. She has a “huge” yard. It looks tiny to me. Smaller than the horse’s pen back home. But it will do. I drag my cousins to the yard. They start to put on huge coats that make them look fat as pigs, but I refuse. They instead are in their sleeping clothes. They shiver. But I laugh and spread out my arms. I dive into the thick snow. I make a mountain of it. Soon, they join me. We hollow the mountain. We sit inside, having fun. They wonder about the warmth inside. I simply roll my eyes. These city-folk know nothing of nature. This is fun. The only fun I’ve had from this urban place. Perhaps they would enjoy the outdoors more from now. I glance at one cousin’s watch. It is 11:11. For once, I do not wish. I do not wish to go back. I need to teach everyone that things do not simply come from those stores. That the great outdoors are better than a moving box. There, I am used to working and creating. But here, I can teach it to others.