Fawning over morning’s fallen flakes, Fifi now wondered, “What is this gelid fluff on the floor?”

Having been just born in the early spring, she followed, “It has essence not quite like petrichor.”

“I see a happy hue like my sprinkled spots too,” mused the delightful deer to love and adore.

“Clearly, I need to know it more—via nuzzle with my muzzle!” enchanted lady of lore. ; )