Mistletoe laughed as she trudged through the snow on the forest floor, dropping to roll and stab her hooves in the air playfully toward her husband.
Bramble chuckled, backing away from her hooves as his tail gave a slight wag.
"Silly, we're never gonna finish a snowman before dark if you roll in every snowdrift!" He yapped, scooping a pile of snow in his hoof and dropping it on her face before launching through the snow away from her again.
"Hey!" Mistletoe coughed and la...