Here's one from my friend Chris from Chriwrimo
The rain fell on bare branches and brown leaves without mercy. The traveler sought but found no relief on the muddy road. He pulled his woolen cape around his chin as the puddles soaked his leather boots. He felt the damp on his neck.
A branch broke just ahead of him and to the left. He stopped when he saw a sad brown face with golden eyes between a forked hazel tree. He watched as it came to face him, its cloven feet steady in the muddy roots. It hugged the trunk like a child and smiled.
The traveler ran.