Late winter sunshine peeked through Annabelle's bedroom window. A crisp breeze laced with early spring tickled her eyelids. Inviting as the day was, the Sweet Pea Whimble was ever so content staying a bit longer tucked in her cozy feather bed.

Annie's…

Soaring high above their beloved hills and woods, Annabelle and Gillian agreed their land looked enchanting. The Sweet Pea Whimble enjoyed drifting among white clouds where her concerns melted into thin air. The mouse entertained himself by peering at everything below with wee binoculars.

"Quess…

The temperature fell rapidly. Blue sky had turned a menacing grey.

"Spring was in the air this morning. But, now it's getting colder and windier by the minute!" Annabelle exclaimed.

"The last snowstorm of the year is brewing," stated Gillian.

"Time…

Indeed, the landing was rough. When the Thimballoon dipped down into a snowdrift, the craft came to an abrupt stop. After climbing forth, the passengers slid on their bottoms all the way down the hill to Annabelle's cottage.

"What a ride!" exclaimed…

"Oh me! Oh my!" Jacob proclaimed.

He continued to look intently through the micro-scope-a-tope. "Yes, I'm sure of it.  I see beautiful faces on those snowflakes," he stated to himself. "Are they saying something to me?" the Whimble asked himself. He bent his long…