Minus seventeen degrees on the outside, not factoring in the windchill.Everywhere around, a three inch bed of fresh snow.
I couldn't survive half an hour without risking frostbite. Accoutered as I was.
For the stag, it was all just another day at play.
No wonder, in the animal world, humans are the wimps.
I couldn't survive half an hour without risking frostbite. Accoutered as I was.
For the stag, it was all just another day at play.
No wonder, in the animal world, humans are the wimps.
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