Merry pushed the shovel along the path to clear the snow. Nearby, Pippin was helping Ivy make a snowhobbit.
He had missed their laughter during the time that Ivy was angry with Pippin. He hoped she’d grown out of those tantrums, being almost ten years old.
Something cold and wet smacked into the back of his head. He turned. “Which one of you did it?” he scolded.
They both tried to look innocent... and pointed at each other.
Merry turned away, pulling snow from his collar, only then letting his smile appear. He was just glad they were friends again.