Peaceful Farming (34)

Arpious tightened the scarf around her neck, her breath fogging in the freezing air as she led the charge toward the pasture. The snow had already built up halfway along the fence rails, and a few sections had sagged under the weight, creaking ominously in the wind.

Gripping the sturdy pole she had used the day before, Arpious began to knock the snow off the rails. The heavy snow fell in chunks, and as she worked, she pushed the snow away from the posts, ensuring that it wouldn't create a barrier against the fencing. She packed the snow tightly around the weakest sections to hold them up temporarily, reinforcing areas where it had started to loosen.

Each movement felt like a battle. The snow and wind fought back, making every step harder, every swing of the pole slower. Arpious' muscles ached with the effort, and the wind cut through her layers like a knife, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. The fences had to stay strong, for the sake of the animals.