turtle tot stories | tmnt 2012

First Snowfall! ❄️

Hi, guys! I decided to write a winter-themed story, since Christmas is next week. Enjoy!
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After long, long months of waiting, after season after season passed, winter had finally come and settled over New York City.

The temperature had dropped drastically; people walked around in their jackets and hats, and Christmas decorations were being put out everywhere. Stores began selling winter clothes and hot chocolate sales skyrocketed. Icicles formed on buildings and on trees, and frost appeared on cars and plants. Animals went into hibernation; the birds and squirrels snuggled into their nests and the geese migrated down South.

But the best part of it all was the snow.

It fell every day, cold and light, drifting down to the ground from the sky. It snowed heavily that year; snow piled up on the sidewalks, covered the grass, and fell into the street. Children rushed out to play in it, and schools were closed due to the heavy amounts if snow falling.

The sewers were also affected by the winter coming.

It grew cold down there, too, much colder than up on the surface. Snow fell through the manhole covers and through the storm drains, building up into little hills and mounds, and the sewer water froze up into ice.

Things weren't so bad in the lair, though. Being located in the heart if the sewers, it definitely wasn't very cold there. Splinter only noticed a slight change in temperature. His four tiny sons were to busy frolicking and playing around to notice any change in temperature at all.

They didn't know that Christmas was nearing, or that it was snowing and icy outside. They only knew their home, themselves, their play. But Splinter knew what was happening out there. He knew of the beautiful snow, of the ice and the frost and the beauty if winter. He'd seen it before, and had experienced for himself how wonderful it was.

But his sons hadn't.

And Splinter decided that would change.

The mutant rat walked to his sons' room, green walking stick clicking on the floor as he moved, and opened the door. The four tiny turtles-who had been playing on the floor of their bedroom-looked up as the door opened. Their eyes lit up when they saw their father standing there and they all beamed. Splinter couldn't help but smile back at them.

"Hi, Daddy!" little Michelangelo waved at his father happily.

"Hello, Michelangelo," Splinter replied, giving a little wave back. "My sons, come with me. There is something I would like to show you."

"Ooh! Ooh!" Mikey shot to his little feet and ran over to his father. "What is it? What is it?!"

"Now, now, Michelangelo," Splinter patted his youngest son's head. "I cannot tell you. It is a surprise."

"Oh," the little turtle said. His face fell, but then he immediately brightened up again. "Will you at least give me a hint? Pretty please?"

"No, Michelangelo," Splinter chuckled.

"But-"

"Shut up!" Raphael stood up, walked over, and smacked his brother upside the head.

"Sorry," Mikey mumbled indignantly, rubbing the back of his head.

"That is enough," Splinter said, tapping his walking stick on the floor for silence. "Now, all four of you. Come with me."
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Splinter led his sons away from the lair and into the sewers. The four little turtles walked close to Splinter, peering around nervously. They hadn't left their home for so long; not since the day they'd wandered out and Donnie had gotten his gap teeth, that year or two ago.