Jumper Hare was worried. The snow had covered the land where he used to jump and play. “Where will i play and where will i hide?” he thought.
In summer, his brown fur was almost the same colour as the brown leaves that covered the ground, so it was difficult to spot him but now that the entire area had turned white, it had become difficult yo hide.
One morning, Jumper woke up to find himself covered with snow. He tried to brush his coat. He brushed and brushed and brushed.
To his surprise, his fur remained white and he was even more astonished the next day, when he saw that even his tail had turned white.
“At last i can hide like before,” he said and danced and skipped and hopped in joy.