“Don’t get too close!”
“What do you mean? Do you think I could wake him up? It’s a rock, just a big ‘un! Relax!”
The snow continues falling, nothing moves, bar the flakes in the light wind. I know it’s not a rock, I know what’s there, and I don’t want to risk it. But this friend of mine is too cheeky. This could turn out pretty bad.
“I’m not leaving without touching it!” She really wants to tease me. “Come on! Let’s pull its tail!”
And she starts walking, toward the trees, toward it. It.
I see her standing there, in her big coat, pretty, rosy cheeks, her blond hair catching the snow.
“Hey! Look! It’s not moving!”
I sigh. She’s not the first one to do this. But now, it is moving, not the big mass, but the ground around it. I can see, I feel the…
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