That morning, the pink sky over Dogavios looked different. It looked like a very full blanket, about to let go of its feathers.
Pigúiça poked her nose out the door. Something cold and light landed right on the tip of it. Achoo! She sneezed.
“Fofuxo! The sky is falling apart!” she shouted. From way up high came tiny white pieces, spinning slowly, so slowly, as if they were dancing.
Fofuxo stepped outside, looked up, and smiled. “That's snow, Pigúiça. The clouds are letting go of little bits of fluffy ice. It has never snowed here before.” “Can you eat it?” she asked. “Try it.”
She opened her mouth and let one flake land on her tongue. Nom. It vanished. It was cold and didn't taste like anything, but it tickled all the way down.
Before long, the whole gang showed up. Bolota sank up to her ears in a pile of snow and had only her nose sticking out. Tico, long as he is, left a trail that looked like a drawing of a little snake.
Pigúiça rolled, jumped, and made a snow angel, opening and closing her legs. Then Fofuxo piled up one big snowball and one small one, and together they built a snow pup, with two little pebbles for eyes.
“He needs a name,” said Pigúiça. “Flurry!” shouted Tico. So he was Flurry. The pebble eyes hummed hmm, hmm, and it seemed as if Flurry was humming too.
Even the flowers of Dogavios were different. Instead of answering when someone came near, they curled up in nightgowns of snow and peeked out from the white blanket as if to say, “We'll go to sleep soon.”
When the orange sun touched the hills, the snow turned bluish and everyone's noses felt icy. They went home shivering and laughing.
Pigúiça sipped warm soup beside Fofuxo, with her paws under a blanket. The house smelled like firewood and chives.
Outside, the snow kept falling without a peep. “Why is everything so quiet?” asked Pigúiça. “Snow collects the noises,” said Fofuxo. “It gathers them all and tucks them under the white blanket so we can sleep.”
Through the window, Pigúiça saw Flurry out in the yard, with snow on his shoulders. He looked like he was sleeping standing up. The flakes landed and landed, one by one, and each one made a tiny extra blanket.
Her blue eyes began to close. One flake. Another flake. Pigúiça yawned and leaned her head on Fofuxo. The whole world was white, soft, and hushed. And she fell asleep.
