Every chicken has a secret. For some chickens it's eleven different herbs and spices. For cross-country skiing chickens it's double-sided suction cups.
I miss the clap and sigh of skis underfoot, and gliding through forests of slumbering trees. But, Winter is near … I'm working on drawings subcontracted from the North Pole.
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