Lucy's Journal

Lucy’s Journal — December 10, 2025

Ohhh mercy, what a morning this turned out to be! We woke up to a beautiful blanket of fresh snow — the kind that sparkles like powdered sugar and just screams, “Come play in me!”

Peanut, of course, immediately claimed the windowsill and looked out like a hunter sizing up his prey. The Quackers (both of them) waddled up beside him, quacking in big dramatic gasps like they had just discovered the secret of the universe. And Kiwi? Kiwi was already plotting. You could hear those little gears turning in his green-feathered head.

“Lucy,” he said, puffing up proudly, “today… we make history.”

I should’ve been suspicious right then, but the thought of warm cocoa pulled my brain away for a minute. By the time I got boots on, the troops had already rolled a snowball halfway across the yard. I don’t know HOW they got organized so fast.

The Quackers had clearly been lifting weights, because they were patting and stomping snow like a couple of crossfit champions. Peanut supervised — naturally — and Kiwi hopped atop the growing snowball shouting instructions like a general in the middle of battle.

“This is gonna be the biggest snowball EVER!” Kiwi chirped.

And honestly… they weren’t far off.

Soon they had a snowball nearly as tall as Peanut. They decided the next logical step was to declare an all-out snowball war. They formed two teams:

Team Lucy & Peanut
vs.
Team Kiwi & Quackers

The second I picked up a little snowball, Kiwi screeched, “FIRE!” and three tiny but vicious snowballs pelleted me right in the coat. Peanut hiss-laughed beside me and started scooping snow into his paws like a furry little catapult.

The Quackers waddled straight at us, heads down, wings out, like they were storming a fortress. And Kiwi — bless his mischievous little soul — dive-bombed from the lilac bush, smacking me with a snowball the size of a softball.

Peanut retaliated by launching a snowball so perfectly formed I swear he studied aerodynamics. It hit Kiwi square in the chest and sent him tumbling backward into the giant snowball they had built earlier.

And that was the moment things escalated.

Because that big snowball started rolling.

And rolling.

And rolling!!!

It scooped up both Quackers, Kiwi, and poor Peanut who clawed at it trying to escape, but nope — rolling snow monster now. Down the little slope in the yard it went, collecting more snow like some giant winter burrito, until it finally smacked into the maple tree with a WHUMP!

Out popped everyone, covered head-to-tail in white fluffy snow like four confused marshmallows.

Nobody was hurt, thank goodness. But Peanut looked like a snowman with whiskers, Kiwi resembled a snow-covered kiwi fruit, and the Quackers just shook themselves off like wet dogs and waddled away peacefully as if that didn’t just happen.

We ended it with cocoa (for me), warm towels, sunflower seeds for Kiwi, cat treats for Peanut, and bread bits for the Quackers. Everyone agreed that this was the best snow day ever.

Though… we also agreed that we should maybe avoid giant rolling snowballs in the future.

Maybe.

Probably.

Okay, fine — DEFINITELY.

But knowing this bunch?

There’s no promises.

— Lucy