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Dec 8, 2009
Mingle jumped as the heavy, sliding door rumbled shut behind her. She pushed her way behind Nip's ample backside and peered around the older ewe. Nip gave a snort, pulling her head out of the hay feeder and giving the youngster a cross look.
"Why did she shut the door?" Mingle asked.
"There's a storm coming." Nip mumbled around a mouthful of hay.
"She's never closed the door before when it stormed."
"You haven't seen this kind of storm before." Nip tipped her nose towards the door. "That little bit of snow on the ground is nothing compared to what's coming."
"How do you know?"
"When you've been around as long as I have, you just know." Nip reached back into the feeder for more hay.
"But how do you know?" Mingle nudged Nip for more attention.
Nip sighed, frosty breath making a cloud around her head. "There is a difference in the air. It's hard to explain but you feel it."
Mingle tipped her head to the side and thought about how the air felt. "It seems... lighter?"
Nip nodded and asked, "What do you smell?"
Mingle crinkled her nose and blew a few wuffling breaths. "Hay mostly."
"Come over here." Nip lead the way to the now closed door. "Try again."
Mingle gave the older ewe a dubious look but tried again. Her eyes popped open and she took a few more sniffs, pressing her nose to the door's edge. "It does smell different. Fresher, kind of."
Nip nodded and walked back towards her breakfast. "Remember both the feel and the smell and you'll know when a storm is coming next time."
"What's the big deal about a little more snow?" Mingle asked, following behind.
"Youngling, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
"Why did she shut the door?" Mingle asked.
"There's a storm coming." Nip mumbled around a mouthful of hay.
"She's never closed the door before when it stormed."
"You haven't seen this kind of storm before." Nip tipped her nose towards the door. "That little bit of snow on the ground is nothing compared to what's coming."
"How do you know?"
"When you've been around as long as I have, you just know." Nip reached back into the feeder for more hay.
"But how do you know?" Mingle nudged Nip for more attention.
Nip sighed, frosty breath making a cloud around her head. "There is a difference in the air. It's hard to explain but you feel it."
Mingle tipped her head to the side and thought about how the air felt. "It seems... lighter?"
Nip nodded and asked, "What do you smell?"
Mingle crinkled her nose and blew a few wuffling breaths. "Hay mostly."
"Come over here." Nip lead the way to the now closed door. "Try again."
Mingle gave the older ewe a dubious look but tried again. Her eyes popped open and she took a few more sniffs, pressing her nose to the door's edge. "It does smell different. Fresher, kind of."
Nip nodded and walked back towards her breakfast. "Remember both the feel and the smell and you'll know when a storm is coming next time."
"What's the big deal about a little more snow?" Mingle asked, following behind.
"Youngling, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
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Pegg
I like it, but where is the rest. You've got my curiosity spiked. Or is that supposed to happen? Anyways, it's good. Look forward to more.
Ah! You'll have to wait and see! We have a major winter storm warning for tonight through Thursday morning... we're all waiting to see.
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