Winter. He hated winter.
It was cold, dark and wet.
His friends loved it, his sister tolerated it. He hated it.
The lethargy was the worst of it. It made it hard to do anything at all. Chores were impossible, even getting out of bed became a challenge.
It wasn’t all bad though. He got to spend most of his time in front of the hearth, warming up and reading books to pass the time.
Twilight would make him hot chocolate, and Rarity always visited to see how he was doing.
On those days, being cold blooded wasn’t as bad.