Doris stood on top of the dresser again as she tried to peer out of the small window, but she was a tad too short. It looked as if the frost from the outside had sealed it shut beyond hope. She still tried to shove at the window even though she knew there was no hope for her hips to get through. Mr. Hugh was right, it was quite literally big enough for a rabbit to fit through and nothing more. Still, she wished she could open it if only to get a bit of fresh air and feel the cold snow on her face. She never thought she would...