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There's two things I rarely see on Prose. Happiness and, well, prose. Right me a happy prose. It doesn't even have to start happy. Happy endings, funny experiences, angst with good rewards... that's all happiness, too!
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First Snowfall

One cold morning, little Hillary Denton squealed with delight upon waking. The windowpane facing her bed was covered in a thin, pretty layer of frost. Could in be? Quickly, she flipped the knitted blanket off her legs, bounded out of bed, and raced to the window. It was! It was! The first snowfall of winter appeared overnight. She took a minute to admire the art work Jack Frost left behind on the window. Hillary noticed each snowflake frozen against the glass pane was unique, and exquisitely formed. The beautiful frozen shapes made her feel warm inside, despite the blustery cold outside. Grinning, she used her dainty index finger to trace a smiley face onto the frost covered window. What a lovely day! Suddenly, she turned and ran out the door, in search of her older brother. 

Felix Denton was not much of an early riser, and sure enough, Hillary found him tangled up in one of grandma's knitted blankets. Eager for a playmate, Hillary shook his arm that draped languidly over the side of the bed. Felix did not stir! Never one to give up, she tickled the sole of her brother's exposed left foot. Felix kicked, reflexively, but still continued to snore loudly. Hillary, by now quite miffed, wanted to get out into the snow and play before breakfast and chores, but Felix was not making it easy. Annoyed, she blew her bangs from her eyes, and thought up a truly wicked idea. Skipping over to the window, she threw it open, and scooped up a generous handful of fresh, glittering snow. She packed it tight, just like Felix showed her last winter, and soon had a large, perfectly round snowball sitting in her little hands. Hillary called to her brother one last time, but he only turned over on his side, burying himself deeper in his blanket. So, the little girl furrowed her brow in concentration, wound up her pitch, and lobbed it straight at Felix's head. That got his attention, finally.

"Hillary!" Felix yelped. 

Giggling, Hillary took off at lightning speed, and Felix followed, not too far behind, armed with a half melted snowball. 

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