It was early in the afternoon when Snubbull left her home and traveled to the meadow she visited frequently. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and she could feel no wind. A great day for playing.
After awhile of walking, she paused on a hill, looking below. The meadow was near but Snubbull always stopped to look at the landcape, it was too pretty. She sighed, admiring the winter wonderland for a few minutes before taking off down the hill. She slipped and slid till she reached the bottom of the hill. It was time for some fun!
She really did like winter. There was so much to do with the snow! She could slide down hills, catch snowflakes on her tongue or even just lay on it at night, looking up at the stars. Sure, she did miss frolicking in the meadow with the tall grass and the sweet smells of flowers some days but overall, winter had been pleasant to her. But there was one thing Snubbull despised about the weather.
It was the fact that no one else seemed to be out and about when she went out to play. So day after day she played by herself. All alone. It was upsetting sometimes because it would be ever so much fun if she could share her excitement with others. Could it be that no one was around because of the cold? Maybe it was but she didn't think so. If she could handle it, Snubbull was sure others could too.
But she still couldn't deny the fact that she longed for friends. Anyone would do except those who might want to eat her for dinner.
Snubbull continued on her way through the wintery meadow, looking for a suitable patch of snow that she could roll in.
"Oooh!" She gushed. There it was. A perfect area for rolling. She imagined that underneath all this snow were flowers, albeit dead ones, that she was instead rolling on top of. She sure did love flowers.
