Peanuts doesn't belong to me. Nope, this is purely fan fiction, though I must thank Charles M. Schulz for inventing these wonderful, creative characters. (bows and tips hat) Heh heh, now on with the fanfic!

This is weird, considering the fic is already done, but I actually got reviews! If you reviewed, please read these!

Miss Pookamonga: What, they were actually IN character? (gasps and presses hand to throat) Amazing! Right, so her name is supposed to be Heather, as Ri-kun so kindly told me in the other review. It was because I didn't know she had a name, called her Annah, and then didn't change everything properly. Thanks for the review!

Ri-kun: OMG! You liked it! You liked it! (begins dancing crazily for a weird yet apparent reason) Yeah, I've seen a lot of Peanuts specials... Oh, and I changed Heather's name. Thanks for reviewing!

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The noonday sun sent its pure, dazzling rays spiralling toward the snow that lay like a heavy blanket over the peaceful houses of a small town. The snow glistened with an unnatural glow, shining under wintry sunlight. The sky itself seemed to be brightened by the shining sun; it was pure white, and yet not a single rush of cold air plagued two boys who were walking down the snow-bordered sidewalk.

"Well, it's almost Valentine's Day and I haven't gotten a card yet," Charlie Brown complained to his best friend, Linus van Pelt. "It's going to be the same thing as last year," he added glumly.

"Well, Charlie Brown, maybe you'll have better luck this year," the oddly wise, straggly-haired Linus said as they walked around the block, their shoes shuffling through the sparkling white snow. "The problem with you is that you're always unhappy. You have to learn to laugh about life a little, Charlie Brown." As if to illustrate his point, he flicked out the blue security blanket he always carried with him, cracking it like a bullwhip so that a can perched on a nearby fence toppled over to its snow-covered doom.

Charlie kicked a snow pebble, watching it fly. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But still…"