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In a silent snowy forest under shimmering green northern lights, Pip stands beside a mossy log, lantern raised, adjusting his toboggan hat while gazing at a giant glowing snowflake resting on the wood.
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?"
Inside the moonlit forest clearing, Pip kneels in the snow, gently cupping the bright snowflake named Shimmer in his mittened flippers. Soft blue light bathes his happy face as he prepares to carry it toward the Great Winter Cloud.
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.
In the dim twilight beside a frozen brook, Pip balances on slippery icy stones, lantern swinging in one flipper while Shimmer glows from the other, reflected in the glassy water.
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.
Atop a windswept snowy hill under swirling northern lights, Pip stands with outstretched flippers, releasing Shimmer upward as it sparkles toward the sky; his scarf and toboggan hat flap in the cold night wind.
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.