Derpy's Winter Awakening

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

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

The garden, the fence, even the flowerpots, 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.