It was a bad winter, even for Northern Ontario. Jean hadn’t seen anyone in weeks, and he was running out of food.
Jean heard scratching on his door.
When he opened his door, he found a freshly killed squirrel and no sign of anybody.
Winter wore on, and the gifts kept coming. It was always just enough, and he never saw so much as a footprint. Then, the visits stopped.
When Jean next heard the scratching, he found a still-bleeding human hand waiting in the snow.
You’ll eat anything if you’re hungry enough.
You’ll befriend anyone if you’re lonely enough.

“Cabin Snow” by jonjohnson is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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