Chilly Territory

You want more stories? Listen to this. The giant cold box in the kitchen finally swung open just a crack, and I wedged my snout right through. Pure arctic blast. Inside felt like my own personal glacier. I marched past a fortress of milk cartons and claimed a chilled block of cheddar cheese as my summit. My claws gripped the frosty wire shelf, and I let out a victory hiss into the cold fog. It's way colder in there than any mountain, but a true predator doesn't back down from a little frostbite.