Fluffy Cryosleep

>One day you get home and fluffy pony is nowhere to be seen.

>The back door is open.

>It’s the middle of winter.

>Fluffy pony must have wanted to play in the snow.

>It’s coming down hard. Any tracks have long since been covered-up.

>You search and search, but find nothing, and eventually give up.

>months later, the snow is thawing out.

>you notice a patch of fluff sticking out of one of the snowbanks in your backyard.

>You brush away the snow to find your fluffy pony, frozen solid.

>You bring her inside, wondering what to do with her well-refrigerated corpse.

>As you puzzle over it, she starts to thaw.

>”Fwffy…cld…”

>You’re startled to hear her speak.

>You’ve heard about this before, how some animals can survive being frozen during wintertime.

>You set fluffy pony by the heater to thaw her out.

>Slowly but surely, she starts to come around.

>”Brrr…Fwuffy cold. Hi daddy!”

>she giggles.

>”Hungwy. Wan’ sgetty!”

>realizing that she hasn’t had anything to eat in months, you tell her to stay by the heater while you fix her up a nice pot of spaghetti.

>After putting the water on to boil, you return to check on how the thawing is going.

>You forgot that thawing her out would leave her covered in water.

>Fluffy pony has drowned.