Once, in a snowy village nestled between towering pines, there lived a reindeer named Wipher. Unlike any other reindeer, Wipher's antlers were not the grand, sweeping kind that curved majestically like the others. Instead, her antlers bent back in a curious shape, almost like puppy ears. They looked soft, playful, and somewhat fragile, as though the wind could gently sweep them away. But Wipherdidn't mind. She'd grown up with them and never felt less than unique.