Derpy's Winter Adventure

Derpy the cat woke to a new kind of quiet. The house felt still, wrapped in soft,

white light. He stretched, yawned, and peeked out the window.

The garden, the fence, even the flower pots, everything wore

a blanket of snow. He pressed his nose to the glass. It was cold. Tiny flakes drifted

down from the sky, slow and gentle, like bits of floating feathers. Derpy's tail gave

a small twitch. "I want to see that closer," he thought. Roomie was still asleep,

her slippers waiting by the bed. Derpy tiptoed across the room and down the hall.

The floorboards gave one friendly creak. At the back door, the air smelled