Prolog
It was a quite and peaceful morning. Birds were chirping and the sun shone through the thick pink courtins of Donita Donatas mansion. Dabio hummed a tune with a dusters in one hand and an animal magazine in the other. Yes, a peaceful morning with fresh air and the smell of coffee and-
"ARRGH! I NEED IDEAS! DABIO!"
Dabio flinched. The dusters fell out of his hand as he ran into Donitas office.
"Yes Donita?"
The fashionista sat at her desk with an look of pure fury on her face. Dozens of crumpled papers and broken pencils were all over the floor. She needed ideas, now!
Winter was coming soon and she had no new fashion concept. Nothing! Dabio stood in the doorframe like a lost puppy, the animal magazine still in his hand. She could ask him if he had any fresh ideas, but hence no! This was Dabio! She was happy that he could spell his name.
"Dabio, get me something to eat!"
"Yes Donita!" the bulky blonde said as he ran off. Five seconds later he poked his head through the door again.
"What do you want to eat Donita?"
Donita got up from her comfortable armchair to pace around the room.
"A fruit salad, but no pears! I hate pears!"
Dabio was on his way again. He dropped his animal magazine on the floor, like he had with the dusters. The fashionista walked back and forth, mumbling to herself, waiting for inspiration to strike her. What would be suitable for winter? No coats, they were sooo last winter and no boots, blargh! It had to be something comfy and soft. It should be suitable for everything but at the same time unique! She threw her hands up and turned around to scream at her henchman to hurry up, when she caught a glimps of the magazine on the floor. What did Dabio read? Wait, Dabio could read? Donita picked the magazine up. No surprise, it was an magazine for kids about wild living animals.
Not too much text, just pictures of animals. One picture caught her attention. A grinning family, around theme a forest, it was winter. Not intersting and their fashion style was nonexistent, but one of the girls had an white stoat around her neck. The creature was still alive, Donita could see that, because the girl petted the stoat on the head.
"That's it!" she screamed. She lunged for a pen and paper, magazine still in her hand. "Yes, that's it. White stoats as scarfs! Living white stoats as scarfs! Oh how faboulos! DABIO!"
The blonde was by the door in seconds, in his hand a large bowl of fruit salad with pears. There was no time for a lecture right now. She handed him the magazine and pointed on the picture with a sharp nail. "I need thousands of white stoats for my new winter collection. Where do this things live?"
"Uhhhh..." So Dabio could not read, perfect. Donita grabed the magazine back. "Female forest ranger with her family and pet, the stoat Henry... Bla bla bla, ah here it is! Austria. Dabio get the jet ready! We'll collect some stoats in Austria!"