The Feast.

The wide-eyed teacher, although she refused to admit it, had a constitutional weakness - she couldn't help but splurge her spendings during the Great Winter Festival's feast. She collected thousands of coins just so that she could spend away during this exciting time. For why shouldn't she? She had a vision for excellence, and a unique talent for taste.

The age-old festival took place nearby the town's Oak Forest - a dark, damp area haunted by the perilous snakes and their feared poisons.

Obsessed with the happenings of the Festival, the teacher took it on her to become the annual Great Winter Festival's new writer. She claimed the previous writers were far too unjust, and that their opinions were ill-informed. They had not the vision, nor talent, she possessed. She was going to do the job right - it was to be informative, and most importantly, just.

And she decided who was to be the winner, once and for all. The winner of the honourable Great Winter Festival is, the wonderful and talented...

Em Dawson!! :)