Derpy's Winter Wonderland

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 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, like bits of floating feathers. Derpy's tail gave a small twitch.

"I want to see that closer," he thought. Roomy 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 crisp,