Jingles the Balloon Pony was never a big fan of being alone. She was not much of a fan of cold weather, either. When it became that time of the year, she enjoyed snuggling up with her friends and staying warm. So Jingles was glad that it was not that time of year... But what is that? Jingles looked up. Suddenly, she felt a chill breeze... And before she knew it, she was caught in a blizzard! Jingles panicked. What am I doing here? Why am I here? Am I alone? Jingles looked left, and she looked right. The blizzard was getting worse, and she could barely see in front of her eyes. She was alone. She began to shiver, and she continued to trot straight. This can't seriously be happening to me... It was JUST sunny! I can't seriously be alone... As much as Jingles the Balloon Pony tried to find her way, she could not. She wandered and wandered... Soon, and hour had past. Then another hour. And another hour. Then the gravity of the situation began to set in. Could she die out here? Would anyone find her body? That's silly, she thought. Of course someone will find my body. This darn blizzard can't last forever!
It was then when Jingles thought she saw a small shape off in the distance. Could it be? Could she have found another living soul out here? Jingles became frantic and began making as much noise as possible. She never really thought how loud a blizzard could be until now-- when she was competing with the heavy winds whipping down toward the ground. Jingles lunged in the direction of the shadow, as the dark shape grew larger and larger.
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