ice flow, nowhere to go!
lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundraaaaaa!!!
that's some mighty boosh for your face, right there.
it's been so cold,
for so many days,
in a row, even,
that the river is turning into a glacial expanse,
one hunk of frozen fluid at a time.
nature wins, my ninjas.
equal parts frogtown hollow,
and badass bad-boy village of riverbottom...
c'mon;
anybody?
froze up from the hose up, son.
raccoon traxxx,
fossilized in frosty sand.
even when it's chilly,
procyonids gotta eat....
turns out, in addition to lookin' like fat bottom hamburglars,
they must like ice-pops, too.
why else would they pimp it so hard,
trudgin' along a slick-as-slick-gets riverbank?
unless, of course,
they've been watchin' emmet otter's jugband christmas,
and want to rep on an ice slide??
that's definitely my plan
(and one of my favorite puppet-based movies).
once the layers get inches deep, ya'll,
i'll be slippin' away on a chute of snow and ice....
pa would hock that tool chest, homegirl,
and pa would definitely put a hole in the washtub, my ninjas,
never quiet, never soft...
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