Dated December 5, 2011:
Adding another couple of scarves on top of the three draped coats, Mark thanks the puppeteers- marginally- that the snow has abated for the moment, and wraps one of the scarves higher around his nose and mouth to keep the air from biting on the way down. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he starts making decent progress towards the communal kitchen. Until he hears a yip and a bark from the distance.
Raising a brow, Mark finds a shaggy white puppy bounding towards him, and watches in horror as it paws at his legs.
"You can't be serious."
Quite the Beast.
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