It was a lovely snowy day at the park. After working for a bit, all the groundskeepers took their breaks and decided to have a snow fight. Everyone was having fun throwing snowballs at one another, including Benson and Pops.


"Ha! You Missed!" Benson shouted at Pops playfully.

"No! That one didn't count. I was just... warming up. Hey, doesn't that bird look like Mordecai?" Pops lied, pointing at the sky.

"Huh?" Benson looked up. Right there, Pops took his chance and tossed his snowball directly at Benson's head. Perfect target.

"Hey!" Benson turned and faced a giggly Pops.

"Gotcha'!"

"Okay, no more Mr. Nice guy," Benson said playfully as he made a snowball of his own and started to chase Pops around, laughing. As he was about to toss the snowball, Benson stopped in his tracks suddenly and looked as if he were in pain.

Pops looked back when he realized that Benson was no longer chasing him. He noticed that Benson didn't look so well and walked up to him, worried.

"Benson, what's wrong?"

"I don't know. My legs feel numb." Benson then started to shiver.

"Oh My God, i think you are sick..."

Pops now heard Benson groaning in pain. "Come, Benson, let me help you," Pops took Benson's hand and started leading him to the house, but Benson couldn't move.

"My head hurts, and i can't walk. My legs feel frozen."

"Okay... we'll try this then," Pops suddenly picked up his friend and carried him to the house. "Hey, you're lighter then I thought."

"Well, you know, I'm a gumball machine." Benson said, clinging onto Pops and leaning his head on his shoulder.

"Here you go, Benson," Pops handed him a mug of water. Benson was at the sofa, wrapped in thick blankets by Pops. He sat down next to him, carefully sipping his mug of water. After Benson drank half of his drink, and placed the mug on the table. He leaned his head on Pops chest.

"How do you feel?" Pops asked softly.

"A bit better..." Benson was interupted by his own yawn. He looked up at Pops and smiled. He smiled back at him. Pops wrapped him arms around Benson, making him feel warmer and drowsy.

"Sleep well" Pops whispered.

"Ok." Benson closed his eyes and listened to Pops heartbeat. It sounded calming, almost like a lullaby. A few minutes later, Benson fell asleep in Pops arms.