

Under green northern lights, Pip adjusted his toboggan hat and lifted his lantern. The silent forest twinkled. On a mossy log, a giant glowing snowflake shimmered. "Hello?" Pip whispered. "Are you lost?"

Carefully, Pip cupped it in his mittened flippers. "I’ll call you Shimmer," he said. The glow brightened. "I’ll take you home to the Great Winter Cloud." "Hold tight," Pip added, stepping forward.

Through whispering trees they went, lantern swinging. At a frozen brook, Pip tiptoed across icy stones. "Left, right," he murmured. Shimmer twinkled back. "Nearly there," Pip smiled, climbing the tallest, windy hill.

At the summit, the wind sang. Pip raised Shimmer high. "Find your sisters," he whispered. A gentle gust carried Shimmer toward the dancing lights. "Thank you," it sparkled. Pip waved, heart glowing warm.