It didn’t start off as a fair fight. The old man sealed up his cabin but then winter blew harder, shooting cold in through the cracks, and it froze the water pipes.
The old man dug out blankets and piled them over him, so then winter knocked over the old man’s Oak tree, snapping and sending his powerline to the ground. That, of course, caused the old man’s furnace to stop running.
Quickly the old man gathered branches from the fallen Oak and built a roaring fire in his fireplace.
Angry at seeing the old man’s ingenuity, winter blew giant snowdrifts across all the roads leading to the cabin, insuring there’s be no food deliveries.
Surprised and disappointed at hearing the old man singing a happy little
tune, winter looked in to see what the old man was having for his dinner.
It was groundhog.
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