Prompt: Snow

The icy cold flakes swirled around a small figure stumbling through the deepening snow. He brushed the snow his curls, and looked back towards the warm window where he had come from. Perhaps he should go back inside, it was getting colder and colder. But the thought of the reason he had come outside returned, and he pressed on.

Suddenly warm hands closed around him. "What are you doing out here, Peregrin Took?" Bilbo's voice said. "Why did you go outside?" The older hobbit pulled Pip in back into Bag End.

Pippin stared at Merry, who was looking a bit disheveled. "But Merry said..."

Bilbo's brow furrowed as he turned to Merry. "Did you tell him to go outside?"

Pippin bounced over to Merry. "Merry, you told me mushrooms grow outside! But Merry, I didn't find any! Where were they?"

Bilbo smiled in understanding. "Pippin, mushrooms do not grow in the snow. They only grow in the warmer seasons."

Pippin looked confused. "But how do we have them in our soup in the winter?" he pointed a tiny finger towards the table.

"They were dried. All the water was taken out so they were preserved." Bilbo explained. "Now, let's eat before your parents come to get you."