The Groundhog

Feb 04, 2015

It was quite a morning! Harrowsmith will never be the same. The carnage, the hysterics, and eventually the demise of Harrowsmith Harvey, the once beloved groundhog. It all started at sunrise when Harvey was rudely awakened by an unruly crowd. He thought it was rude to wake him from his restful sleep, so in retaliation he turned over and went back to sleep. Poles were plunged down his hole. People stamped their feet, shouted obscenities, clanged pots noisily, and did everything they could to get him to come out of his nice cozy home.

Twenty minutes later it was all over. The snow was too much for the Harrowsmithians, the wind was too brutal, the bone-chilling temperatures sent the crowd back to their cozy, warm homes, and Harvey just rolled over and welcomed his big day with a giant yawn. My darling husband did not give up.

Rod had kept a stick of dynamite from a previous blasting job. He knew I wanted revenge, so he lit the fuse, smiled, dropped it in the hole, and ran for cover. It was all over in a matter of seconds. Seeing his shadow, not seeing his shadow, it did not matter. Because of this we will only have to experience each remaining day until spring finally comes to us with all its glory.

That was quite a dream. Hope you enjoyed the soon to be legendary Harrowsmith Harvey gone in a blaze of glory!

Brenda Crawford