It was a cold night in Idaho when a baby Wolf was being born. It happened to be snowing there, getting deeper in the cave wouldn't help. The mother wolf saw snow stripes forming on the wolf. The mother wolf named her newborn Tigger. Not far from there a baby Tiger was being born. The mother loved her babies. One baby tiger bit another tiger's tail. The baby tiger howled in pain. The mother named her baby Wolfy. Suddenly the wind got stronger, and Wolfy, who was playing with his brothers and sister, flew into the storm. The others returned to their mother in time. Tigger saw a cool snowflake and chased after it. He disappeared into the snow. (Thanks for reading! Part 2 coming as soon as I finish my chocolate covered strawberries )