Out of Hiding, [out of nothing]
Don’t call me no Punxsutawney Phil, but I just poked my head out of a hole in the ground and asked the question, “Is it spring already?” Then I covered my whiskery face with my tiny little marmot paws in shame. No, I ain’t no whistle-pig, and no, it isn’t technically “astronomical spring” for another […]
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