Snowed in and Breaking Out
SRS001
In the heart of Storyland Canada, three jelly-like friends—Citrus (orange), Spearmint (green), and Peppermint (blue)—woke up to a glorious sight.
Snow. Everywhere.
Snow on the roof. Snow on the trees. Snow on the mailbox. Snow on the snow.
“We’re snowed in!” Citrus shouted, bouncing off his jelly bed.
“Completely!” Spearmint added, peeking out the window. “The door’s buried!”
Peppermint did a dramatic flop onto the floor. “We’ll never go outside again! We’ll be stuck forever! We’ll have to eat couch crumbs!”
But the Winter Jellies loved winter. They loved snowball fights, sledding, and licking icicles (even if they tasted like frozen socks). Being snowed in wasn’t a problem—it was a challenge.
“We just need a plan,” Spearmint said, adjusting his cotton-ball earmuffs.
“Like what?” Citrus asked.
“Like… Operation Jelly Tunnel!” Spearmint declared.
They gathered supplies: spoons, spatulas, a pool noodle, and one slightly chewed candy cane.
“Let’s dig!” Citrus shouted.
They dug through the snow piled against the door. It was hard work. Citrus kept getting stuck. Peppermint kept eating the candy cane. Spearmint kept giving pep talks like, “We are jelly. We are strong. We are slightly sticky.”
After a lot of digging, slipping, and one accidental snow avalanche in the hallway, they burst through the snow and tumbled outside.
“WE DID IT!” Citrus cheered.
“TO THE SNOW!” Peppermint yelled.
“Wait—where’s my other boot?” Spearmint asked, hopping in circles.
Outside, the world was a winter wonderland. Snowflakes twirled like ballerinas. Trees wore fluffy white coats. The air smelled like pinecones and adventure.
The Jellies wasted no time.
They sledded down hills on cookie trays.
They made snow angels shaped like jellybeans.
They built a snow fort with a jellybean flag and declared it “Jellyland.”
Then they spotted it: the biggest snow pile in the yard. It was tall. It was steep. It looked like a mountain made of whipped cream.
“Let’s climb it!” Citrus said.
“Let’s conquer it!” Spearmint added.
“Let’s not fall off it!” Peppermint squeaked.
They started climbing.
Citrus slipped halfway and landed in a snowdrift.
Spearmint got stuck and had to wiggle free like a worm in a mitten.
Peppermint clung to the side, yelling, “I REGRET EVERYTHING!”
But they didn’t give up.
They climbed. They crawled. They jelly-wobbled.
And finally, they reached the top.
“We’re brave!” Citrus shouted.
“We’re bold!” Spearmint added.
“We’re freezing!” Peppermint squeaked.
They looked out over Storyland Canada, proud and chilly.
Then they rolled down the hill like jelly snowballs, laughing all the way.
Back at their fort, they sipped warm cocoa (with extra marshmallows) and high-fived with sticky hands.
“Being brave isn’t about never being scared,” Spearmint said. “It’s about doing the thing anyway.”
“Even if your boot falls off,” Peppermint added.
“Even if you get snow in your jelly,” Citrus said.
And from that day on, whenever the Winter Jellies got snowed in, they didn’t panic.
They planned.
They dug.
They climbed.
And they laughed.
Because brave blobs bounce back—especially in winter.
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