While all of this was happening, winter arrived on the monotone blue planet. Cold
is the Nyancos’ greatest weakness. “Winter on this planet is so cold that I don’t
feel like going out. But if I curl up into a ball inside the house, I get depressed,
and that’s no fun.” So said the white cat Snow before she holed up inside for
three days and three nights, inventing an original type of gun called a “snow
When Snow pulled the trigger of this gun, snowflakes burst into the air. Just
as you thought the snowflakes were dancing up higher and higher into the sky,
they started to float back down to earth, carpeting the ground with whiteness.
The soft snow obliterated all the sounds of the city, and the trees that had lost
all their leaves and looked frozen with cold became works of art. The winter that
was only cold had turned into a romantic season.