The Ice Patch
Snug in his feather bed, Squirrel watched sleepily through the window as snowflakes swirled in the moonlit sky outside his tree nest.
The next morning, the garden shivered under a blanket of snow while everyone grumbled about the cold and the slipperiness as they went about their day, and as the snow melted in the late-winter sun.
That afternoon, Raccoon was on her way to Rabbit’s with a fresh batch of chocolate-chip cookies when she avoided an ice patch in the shade behind the tea-shop tree and was struck by the memory of ice-skating expeditions when she was a girl.
(Late February 2024)
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