I'm here nestled snug in this soft fur, protecting me snowflakes and waiting patiently for the winter passes.
Yes, for those who wonder what I get, I just let pass the winter, very cold and snow here this year and I stay warm slowly letting the days pass until the first primroses.
I rest and then I must say that his fur is so soft and comfortable that fox that has no desire to retrieve it:)
And for the occasion here is a small text Amerindian circumstances:
SilencieuseJusqu'au-Thaw
(Cree Indian anonymous)
Its name tells how it was with her .
The truth is she did not speak during the winter.
Each had learned not to ask her questions in winter
once knew what it was.
The first winter when this happened
we looked in his mouth to see if something
was frozen. His tongue
perhaps, or something else inside.
But after she began to thaw
talk and told us it was so wonderful for her.
Thus, each spring
we waited, impatiently.
The truth is she did not speak during the winter.
Each had learned not to ask her questions in winter
once knew what it was.
The first winter when this happened
we looked in his mouth to see if something
was frozen. His tongue
perhaps, or something else inside.
But after she began to thaw
talk and told us it was so wonderful for her.
Thus, each spring
we waited, impatiently.
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