The Snowball Surprise

Pip waddled over to a tall snow drift and rolled up a big, poofy snowball. It looked soft. It looked cool. It looked... perfectly pillowish. “Let’s try this!” Pip cheered, plopping his head down.
Squish… crackle… drip… Uh-oh. “Yikes! Too cold! My beak’s freezing!”
The snowball was turning to slush!

Pip gave a silly shiver and shook the snow from his feathers. “Okay, not that one!” But he wasn’t giving up just yet.

The Feather Fiasco

At the edge of an icy cliff, Pip spotted a puffin’s nest, stuffed with white feathers and mossy fluff.

He climbed in, fluffed it up, and snuggled down.
“Ahhhh… wait, ACHOO!”

Feathers exploded into the air! They tickled his flippers, poked his beak, and made his belly bounce with sneezes. “Too feathery!” Pip gasped, sneezing all the way down the hill.
“ACHOO! WHEEE! THUMP!”

The Pillow He Never Expected

Pip slid back home, tired, sneezy, and a little soggy. He peeked into the igloo... and saw Mama’s open wings, Papa’s soft hum, and his puffball siblings giggling in a cuddle pile. Without a word, Pip waddled in, snuggled close, and sighed.

“Ahhh… just right.”

Not cold. Not squishy. Not sneezy.
Just love. The perfect pillow, after all.

Goodnight. Sleep tight.
Dream fluffy, snowy dreams.

The End !