It was a warm summer day in the land of the flamingos. Everyone was outside enjoying the warm weather when suddenly it turned extremely windy outside. Everyone was ushered inside where it was nice and warm. They all huddled up next to the fire that was lit in the center of the room. Children in the front and larger ones in the back to try and keep all the warmth inside the circle so they would not freeze to death. From where Henry was standing outside it looked like a big ball of pink fluff. Henry was locked out of the house because he ran slower than all of the other flamingos in the flock. Now it was getting really windy outside and trees were starting to fall over on top of one another. It looked like they were all hugging each other, trying to protect them from the cold of the ground and any sharp objects that may be on it. Henry could hear thunder in the distance and ran to find a cave that he knew about.
When he finally came across it the rain was coming down hard and his pink feathers were soaked to the bone. He went to the very back of the cave where it was hopefully dryer. He huddled up against the wall wishing that he could be in the house by the fire all nice and cozy. But no. His luck had to turn against him and now he was stuck in a bat infested cave with his one and only friend. The one that truly knew who he was and understood him unlike every other flamingo that he knew. His gameboy.
He took it out of the feathers that were concealing it so that no one else would see it and think about taking it away from him. He dusted it off and put the game in and started it up. It turned on lighting up the dark cave around him. He played until he fell asleep with the console beside him. When he awoke from his slumber, he noticed that there was snow outside. Henry got curious and wandered outside to take a look at the now white forest.