This process seemed to have apt cause, or at least a nice shimmy to lift from a sketchbook oracle; the snow had ceased, the temperature hovered up a few notches from the several minus mark, the sky was baby bottom blue, and the sun, the sun man, that shiny orb for once wasn't weaseling us out by hiding in dander of jet stream intentionals. And so, Huso and I, the two's of us, my hands and his maw, we took the trip 'round the back forty, gathering snaps at every tenth second blink of the digital clampdown. The ol' YouTube (below) does its sing-song rendering of this account. Cheggit.
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