Dazzlingly white, like freshly fallen snow, the clouds easily glided across the bright blue sky. Little Snow threw her head back and watched the heavenly snowdrifts with a dreamy look - if only she could ride on them! Look at this wonderful world from above! Whether the forest spirit overheard her thoughts, or the frivolous shishimores decided to play a cruel joke on her, but a suddenly swooping whirlwind picked up, swirled and carried Snowball after the floating clouds... She easily took root in the Scythian family, yearning for the home that remained in the small forest village, there was no time - so many different impressions! The Scythian camp does not stand in one place for long; as soon as grazing for livestock becomes scarce, the colorful houses on wheels set off. Snowball has already come to terms with the idea that she will stay with her owners, if not forever, then for a long time. But the white clouds ran further, to the south...