A Winter's Warm Embrace

The snowball stood proud by the fence, round and tall. Derpy gave it one last tap and smiled.

"Guard the garden for me," he said. But when he looked at his paws, they were dusted

white and starting to feel tingly cold. He lifted one paw, then the other, blowing little huff

clouds into the air. "Time for something warm," he thought. The wind had quieted

now and the garden seemed to hum softly like it too was ready to rest. Ahead,

the house glowed. Golden light spilled through the window, painting the snow with honey-colored

streaks. It looked like the world's coziest lantern. Derpy followed it

step by step, his tail low but content. As he reached the window,