Minnesota walked silently down the snowy streets of Saint Paul. The snow crunched under her feet, and the cold wind blew in her face, making her cheeks sting. She was dressed in her favorite hockey jersey, holding her hockey stick in case she saw an abandoned hockey puck.

As she walked, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. The snow, the wind, the quietness - it all combined to make her feel at home in Minnesota. She knew that not many people lived in her state, but that just made it all the more special to her

As she walked, Minnesota suddenly saw what looked like an abandoned hockey puck. She smiled to herself, knowing that her patience had paid off. She quickly picked up the puck and took a practice slapshot with her stick, feeling the satisfaction of the puck flying through the air.

"Ah, just like old times," Minnesota said to herself, feeling grateful for the simple things in life.