Raul was walking through the cold woods when he saw the first snowflake of the year wafting slowly down. In a fit of whimsy he ran and caught it on his tongue. It was however not a snowflake but an ash from a nearby campfire. He decided they must be punished.
He calculated the wind direction and moved around to a good vantage point. Nobody heard or smelled him. No dog, no problem. He watched them a while. Seven in all. Six children and one mom.
He left them alone. Having to care for that many kids was punishment enough.