Pippi and Peter kept on towards where they hoped they would find return to home, but—due to both recent dusting and their acknowledged awareness of being colony’s most orientationally-challenged pens—there was a more than decent chance they—no matter where respite was taken, lost or close—would eventually be discovered by others—for, indeed, their wandering was waddling quite lucently, leaving freshly-pressed, uncoated, distinct tracks behind them, stars that would, by wish—and before next flake fall, wrap-up their freeform roam like last words of a cozed tome. ; )