Teacup Sledder

The little mouse had waited all winter for the perfect snow, the kind that piled up soft and sparkly like whipped cream on a pie. Today was the day. He dragged his prized teacup sled —slightly chipped, boldly heroic—up the biggest hill he could find, his scarf flapping like a brave little flag behind him. The wind nipped at his whiskers, the clouds whispered trouble, and somewhere in the distance, winter cracked its knuckles like it was warming up for a performance.

With one deep squeak of courage, he leapt inside the teacup and launched himself downhill. The world became a blur of snowflakes, spinning sky, and delighted squeals as his teacup sled zigzagged like it had opinions of its own. By the time he skidded to a stop in a puff of powdery snow, his ears were crooked, his paws were frozen, and his heart was doing happy cartwheels. Best snow day ever—even if the storm was just getting started. ❄️