In a cozy, brightly-lit cove in the sprawling Brooklin Hillside lived a family…

But, this wasn’t some hard, frozen, ice-crystal adorned, subterranean maze of intersecting tunnels. There weren’t any ice-crystal earthworms in here! This…was a Hryhorajah hole, and that meant: comfort.

 

 

“What do you get when you cross a snowan with a vampire…”, mused a relaxed, whimsical sister Miriam.

 

“Socks galore!”