Really it's a weird thing I do. Hard to explain. I try, but, you know, it's just hard to say. Things that don't really give themselves a clear way to define 'em, interfere every so often with the well beings of the people around them. They're not really animals. Not entirely natural either but they're not ghosts, figments from another world. They fade in and out of our world during the year and bring with them the thing we make our lores out of. The easiest thing to call them besides plagues and miracles would be fuzzies.
It was the odd creatures simply know to him as fuzzies that brought three men closer together.