Night crept on, ever so silently, onto the world. A crimson rose twirled in the air, a few petals falling onto fresh white snow. The pony sighed at the beautiful sight, the sigh stretching into a yawn. This is what her mother did every night it snowed before bedtime. "It's for good luck," she would say.
The mare shuddered as the scent of the rose hit her nostrils. She looked up at the stars, twinkling so bright, and smiled. Then she closed her eyes.
I wish for more snow...
And her wish came true. Only it was that really weird trans-dimensional kind.
