The uprights are in bed now, and already most of my snow has left me. How does this work? Why would the universe torture me like this? I think it is so cruel.
What's next? Alligators falling from the sky? Tiny little sabre toothed bunnies hiding in my blankets? A kibble shortage?
Oh woe, thy name is Rudy!
I must go to bed now and brood.
Take care all, and if you can, send snow.
Rudy, the deflated
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Ummm, does the lady upright know that you are requesting more snow? Methinks she might not be too happy with that....
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