The sun rose, but the thick clouds obscured its warm rays from grazing the earth. The snow had stopped falling, but it was already 7 inches deep. Snow had poured into the barn, forcing its way through previously locked windows of the barn in certain sections. The twittering of winter birds would chirp in response to dawn.

As the low sunlight grazed my eyes William would slowly rise from his straw bed, yawning and stretching his arms as he got up. "Seems the storm has stopped." He muttered as He went to shut the snow-flowing windows. He then turned his attention to his partner.