One Page Ponies

Hearth's Warming dinner had been delicious, but it did not fill Bright Mac's stomach as the evening wore on. And when everypony had finally gone to bed, it did not warm him when he crept out into the night. He took some apples from a barrel in the barn. They were solid and frosty.

The snow was thick, even under the cover of the trees in the orchard. Deep, silent stillness covered everything. He shuddered a little from the cold but pushed on.

He stopped at the property line and stood, watching the fence.

He didn't notice the cold now. He didn't notice if time passed quickly or slowly. He waited.

Silently and suddenly Pear Butter appeared from behind a tree. She moved as softly as the snow.

He shared the frozen apples with her, and he did not think that he had ever felt warmer.