December 17, 2015, 02:27 PM
Pietro promised himself he wouldn't run in the ice. Even though it would be really fun. Pietro laid his head down on his paws and shifted his body into a more comfortable position. He slowly slipped into darkness, his body was paralyzed by sleep. His breathing became slower, and time rushed by. Dreams of ice filled his mind. Him and his sister playing on it. It would be a fun winter, ice or no ice.
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