A North American Blizzard

While passing by a river, I saw, through swirling snow which was gathered on the icy banks and disappered into the rushing rapids at the river's center, a man which looked like my father. I say "looked like" because there was something wrong about the face; the eyes were too small and dark, and the beard covered too much of his cheeks. But, crazed from the cold, I didn't give it much thought until later, and by then it was too late.

He led me to a cave on the bank of the river where we were joined by phantasms of my mother and sister. They encouraged me to lay down and rest, and I foolishly complied. When I awoke, I discovered that the cave now harbored four otters: the three devious Kushtaka which had lured me there, and myself.