I have a foggy view of the barns from my window. It is 55 degress outside right now and, though the sun is starting to lift the mists, they are still pretty thick. I can just make out the figure of St. George doing his outdoor chores. He is bundled up in a thick jacket, and mittens. And, there is a flash of white . . . could it be? Yes! It is Edison doing his outdoor chores wearing nothing but his white underwear.
And now, they are on their way back to the house. St. George is strolling, stopping occasionally to crunch leaves under his boots. Edison is running like there is a gold medal at stake, his bare feet flying. I'd better go make some hot cocoa.
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