One tiny speck of snow wandered across the sky and set itself on Twilight's wood cabin windowsill. She sighed sadly and slowly wandered to her bed, tucking herself in and gradually beginning to dream. She imagined Equestria being peaceful and still. After she awoke, she switched on the radio. Nothing came on except for static, shocking her.
"It's a complete snowstorm out there..." she noted, "hopefully it'll clear up!" She looked determined and levitated her notebook over to her. She began to plan a story and her brain exploded with possible ideas. As she settled for her fifth one, she began to pick up the quill.
"Dash and a Rainbow...." she read. A half hour passed and she was just halfway through. Another few minutes passed and she was checking for grammatical errors. "The end!"
She would've sent it to Celestia if Spike was there, but no. It was a day where Spike had to do more important duties.
