Taggin' and Threadin'

Today was a crisp winter day, and though it had snowed in the morning and was set to snow again as the afternoon waned, at the moment it was clear, the snow itself only a few inches deep. Perfect for a walk, which is exactly where they were. The forest was quiet and they seemed the only people in the whole world.

Which of course meant that Gobo was fooling around, at least at the moment. Fraggles.

Sure, it was part that he so rarely got to see snow. Even when it did get cold at home, he was often in the Rock itself, either helping with (or avoiding) Festival of the Bells preparations, being part of the ice brigade to keep the pathways from getting too slippery, or playing hockey (the regular kind, not the rock kind) on patches of ice that'd been left alone. Being able to play in the snow itself was a rare treat, and that's exactly what he was doing.

At the moment that consisted of jumping across some rocks and fallen logs, not on the actual path at all. Sure he might slip every now and again but at least the landing would be soft? Leaping from a boulder, he grabbed a low-hanging branch and swung back and forth a few beats. Then he released and leapt toward another rock, landing on one foot and balancing, before throwing out his arms with a jubilant "TA-DAH~!"