Long Term Farm.
A fat mouse is following a small mouse, taking all the rats to shuttle on the wasteland with a thin layer of snow.
Soon, the little mouse leading the way stopped beside the ridge of the field, stood beside a hard frozen bush, squeaked at the rat, and his face was full of grievances and injuries.
"Is it here?"
The fat rat said a word lazily. He leaned forward and saw the air breathing eyes hidden under the bushes. Then his two forepaws scratched at random, and soon a marmot that was still awake was dug out of the hole.
The marmot found out