Forgotten Relic

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While most are sitting in warm cabins and curled up with their favorite blankets it sits forzen in place. The once beautiful memory of the king's son lays nestled within the unkown forest in an unknown land. Stone carved to perfection now is getting broken down, beaten up by the bitter cold and harsh rain. It still remains fairly strong bit one gust of wind could change this, one fateful little snowflake in the wrong place. Little did anyone know the statue was alive, it was waiting for the fateful day when someone would come and find it. Save it, give it a little love, perhaps even just a little pat on the snout. It wasn't just a statue, or a relic being forgotten, it was a person. Now approaching Christmas the sound of giggles and carols fill the once silent air, perhaps this Christmas they won't be forgotten. Or maybe this Christmas they'll just fade into nothing but a folktale.