Cabin Con

                                 by Chama

            One December day they came,
            eleven furries, or so they claim
            and soon the cabin was full, and some
            were wondering: What would come ?

            But not for long...

            Anyfur with some experience ought to know
            the atmosphere of joy, the cabin was aglow
            with huggles and with cuddles and with art creation
            and the rest should be left for your imagination

            The furries outside the cabin played.
            A buxom vixen of snow they made.
            Her beauty was of the sky above
            for she was made with love

            The stars at night were big and bright,
            the furries curled up by the TV,
            enraptured by the carrot's death
            and rapid descent of the zombie

            and with tears in their eyes they saw
            Boogie Woogie Monster
            But with passing of time
            they ran out of rhyme

            (Or rather, I did, since I couldn't find
            a good rhyme to the word "monster" :)

            At last, they came to the final verse,
            and all eleven of the furs
            did say goodbye to their newfound friends
            and so the story ends