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// Snow (7/22/2017) 
// Story: A Pony a Day 
// by OfTheIronwilled 
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Fluttershy giggled as she gently placed the box down on the ground. Inside, the cardboard was rattling and she could hear the scritches of excited little critters raring to play and explore. Her wings fluffed and she giggled, and oh she could barely contain herself. This was one of her very favorite parts of winter! All of the newcomers were always so excited to see snow for the first time, so they always ran around and kicked up powder, and dug holes and trenches, and bit at it, and frolicked!

Fluttershy was always so confused when ponies asked her if she got sad and lonely during the winter since all of her animals were sleeping. And yes, she did miss many of her friends so very much while they hibernated... but not all of them did. She was surrounded with love! 

Other kinds of ponies seemed to equate winter with both death and rest-- to them it was a quiet, mourning time of year of nature, where the land withered away and rested until the new rebirth of spring came along. Fluttershy definitely agreed with that somewhat, and it was a beautiful thought. That everything was ending, but also getting ready to begin anew.

But anypony who thought it was quiet and dead had obviously never seen fourteen puppies rolling around in the snow simultaneously.

With a bright happy laugh, Fluttershy opened the box. "Now make sure to stay clear of the dens," she warned. "Our friends are still sleeping."

There was an explosion. An adorable, fuzzy explosion. And then there were fourteen puppies loudly gallivanting through the dead of winter, an elated pegasus following in their wake.