His neighbor, a snowy owl, watches from a distant tree. "Hey, Peyton!' the owl hoots. "Let us play a game!" Peyton agrees and they start a game of tag.

They played until the sun started to set. Peyton is worn out but happy. "That was great!" he said, his breath turning to smoke in the cold air. "We should play again tomorrow."

The next day, they played again. This time, they invited more friends. A family of mice, a gang of playful pups, and even a swift fox. They all had a straight race across the tundra. It was a great day.

As the sun set on another day, Peyton felt happy. He was able to bring together so many different animals for a day of fun. It was a great success. "This is the life," he whispered as he drifted to sleep under the starry sky.

From that day on, Peyton and his friends played together every day. They would race, leap, and play in the snow. It was the best time of his life. He was glad he had such great friends who shared his love for the tundra.