Well, this true story did happen in the early winter months and it is (sort of )about an injury, so I think it counts. It happened to a friend of mine, the local head of the community visiting nurses. She had a much beloved family dog- a black and white border collie. She came home from work during her lunch hour one day, only to find his terribly mangled body out on the road in front of her house. Apparently he had escaped and gotten onto the street and been killed by a passing car. Understandably she was devastated. Her older teenage daughter came home from work an hour later. They cried together, and then they both dug a hole out in the back yard and buried him, along with his favorite old blanket that he loved to cuddle with. All in all, it was a really sad afternoon. Along about supper time her husband comes home to find both of them, still in tears, out in the backyard near fido's grave. He's somewhat speechless when they tell him how their beloved pet had been killed by a car and how they had buried him the back yard. Well, he's speechless at first, then he can't stop laughing at them, since he had just seen fido in their garage- vey much alive. They had buried some other black and white dog in their back yard- along with fido's favorite blanket!