Shell it's cold. Brrr.

[The voice lifts to a whiny call.] Donnieeeeee, the heater's broken! [A pause, then even louder:] Dooooonnnnn! [When a stretch of silence serves at the answer, there's a low groan and the crunch of snow beneath a shifting body.]

Ow ow owwww. Feels like I got run over... Turtle roadkill. [A sharp intake.] Wh...where ( Read more... )