au long sentence, expressing the pleasure of theRntil the white snow is written upon in large, exuberant letters,
Nunning here running there, excited, hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins
ow through the white orchard my little dog romps, breaking the new snow with wild feet.
Whatever I wish for is tripled and given to some random. Like that one time in third grade when I asked for a puppy from Santa, which I didn’t get while Katy was gifted a fucking pony. A whole fucking pony!
I have absolutely no way to prove if its true, but I think its unlikely they are spending so much brainpower and being able to --in the blink of an eye-- conjure up a way they can definitely irritate me while leaving my parents in the dark.