The weather was windy as if the storm nearby was going to start. Jack was going to to keep the animals alive, no matter how. They only had the chickens and two horses.He clapped his hands and stomped his feet to keep the blood circulating.Mable stood beside the window and was looking out to the frozen wilderness of the forest. "The blizzard is coming like yesterday. We have to keep silence as we don’t need unexpected guests. Do we?", Jack said. He took string from the corner and opened the door with his elbow .He paced across the frozen pool and entered the barn .While Jack harnessed the horses, Mable reached her hand into the drawer and took out the plates for dinner .The stove made by Jack himself was heating the house.Mable often thought to herself how different her life could be. Jack tossed the firelogs into the cabin and harnessed the horses. The last months of year were harder than the others. The selling of firelogs was their only income.