|"I will eat your soul!"|
Back in the day, I would wake up on February 2nd to find a large man in a top hat at my door. He would hoist me up by the scruff of my neck (keep in mind I'm naked this whole time) and carry me outside to a large crowd who would cheer as they awaited the news of if I saw my shadow or not. The man would lift me above a tree stump and refuse to let go until I declared if I saw my shadow. After I would say, "Yeah, I see it," or, "No, I do not," he would release me, at which point I'd scurry back into my house in search of some breakfast and pants. It sounds stupid, but I'm being silly to illustrate how we are literally just grabbing some animal out of a burrow and guessing about the weather--it is as accurate as if I run outside with my junk flapping in the breeze and yell-out whether I see my shadow or not too.
|Thes things are really chunky.|