"Where did Timber go?"
"Where are you, Timber?"
"Maybe if I just hide my head here, he won't see me."Later in the morning, Timber was only out for a minute, but he loves to rub his face in the snow. Poetry class was "a go" for today and so I did go. Late, but I went.
2 comments:
Timber! Get out of that snow! Its way too cold for your old bones! Brrrrrr, its making me shiver.
Oh...to have time to roll in the snow!
It's nice to see the old ones recall memories start their engines!
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