Anya chortled merrily as her papa ran about with her in his arms. The papa wagon was one of her favorite things. After a while, however, it seemed like they would not have a nice warm place to sleep. Her papa put her down and turned a crate on its side, and she smiled at him.

"It's OK, papa. As long as we're together, I'll be happy."

Anya clambered into the crate. She really did want a real bed, but this had been going on for a while now. She was used to it, and didn't mind so much as long as she had papa.

"But... I don't think we should huddle," replied Anya softly, "I'll just make you really cold, and I don't want to make you feel cold."