I was drawn, mysteriously, inexorably, to the garden yesterday afternoon, despite the foot of snow on the ground. Step by icy step, I was pulled in through the gate.
What would I find? Why was I there?
I could see naught but barren tomato stakes and fallen branches buried in the snow.
But something else was there.
Something that was pulling me, fiercely.
I fell to my knees, searching, seeking that which was seeking me.
I couldn’t do it alone. I needed help. I ran back to the house! I told 52 to get his shovel and hurry!
Something was under there!!!
TRAPPED! In the snow and ice!
And all the way from its frosty grave, it was pulling me. Seeking me.
Dread prickled down my spine as the digging continued.
Whatever lay in that icy pit of horror, we had to find it, and uncover it–before it pulled me under with it.
Slowly, bit by bit, shovel by shovel–
The figure was freed and I was freed!
….I think he could use a new hat.