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Perrie both liked wintertime and didn't like it. The bad thing about the winter season was that he wasn't riding at the racetrack earning money, only working without pay at the boarding stable his parents worked at, so he had to budget accordingly. The good thing about winter, though, was the snow! He loved nothing more than to get high and play in it – building snowpeople, getting into snowball fights with the local kids, making snow angels. It was the latter that he had his mind set on as he strolled with a stupid stoned grin on his face through the park; he had to find the perfect snowy spot upon which to craft his angels.

And there it was – an open space, the snow covering it unsullied by footprints or previous attempts by others at making snow angels. Perfectly pristine and waiting just for him.

Laughing like a little kid, he ran to the spot as best as he could through the snow, then stopped to gaze upon it in all its glory. Oh, the snow angels he would make here! He wheeled on his heels, spread his arms wide, and let himself fall backward into the snow with a soft-sounding flop. The sensation of the snow beneath him and the powdery cloud of snow crystals he generated with his flop were amplified as the mushroom high he was on began to peak; it felt like an icy cloud and looked like a shower of tiny tiny faceted jewels refracting rainbows in the sunlight. The pink-haired man paused just long enough to ooh and ahh over it all before proceeding to wave his arms and legs back and forth in the snow in the time-honored fashion of creating a snow angel, giggling with pure joy all the while.

When he felt satisfied that he had made a flawless snow angel, Perrie pushed himself to his feet and turned to admire his handiwork. And what he saw caused him to gasp in horror. The shape he'd carved into the snow with his arms and legs didn't resemble an angel at all – rather it looked like some kind of twisted, hideous monster shape had been left there by some kind of twisted, hideous monster. Nothing at all like what he had in mind when he set out on this endeavour.

He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes with his gloved hands, then stared at the shape again. Was he somehow hallucinating his snow angel into a snow monster? There was no way he was that high. With a shrug, he moved to a clear section of snow to try again. Spin, flop, wave arms and legs in the snow. Make cute little wings with his arms, cute little robes with his legs. He was doing everything right, he was certain of it. Once more he stood and turned to look at what he'd made, and once more he was greeted by a horrible distorted monster shape he hadn't intended to make at all.

"What the actual ********?" Perrie muttered under his breath. This couldn't be happening, could it? His brow furrowed into a frown as he huffed out a short, quick sigh, his breath leaving a cloud of steam in the air. He wasn't about to give up. Again he moved to another patch of snow, stopped, flopped and rolled his arms and legs to create the angel shape; the determination in his movements, the intensity with which he waved his appendages around in the snow, were a sight to behold. This was serious business now – surely he'd get it right this time!

But no – when he got up to look, what he saw was yet another monstrous creature shape in the snow, this one even more hideous than the previous monsters. It didn't even look like something that was physically possible, nevermind something made by a human. Shuddering, he shook his head. Any enjoyment he might have gotten out of the situation was long gone, as was the high from the mushrooms he'd consumed. This was just too much.

Perrie backed away slowly, then turned and ran back the way he came, leaving behind the horrible evidence of his failed snow angels.

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