Hi, folks! It’s been an intensely snowy few days here at the Institute, and we’re still clearing it all away!
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Generally speaking, we don’t get a lot of snow around here. Oh, we have weather, don’t doubt it, but it tends to take more prosaic forms like boiling pitch erupting from the ground, or pieces of starstuff tumbling from the heavens, all very normal and easy to handle as a rule.
Snow, however, confounds all our usual weather-dealing protocols. It’s a solid and a liquid at the same time. It’s cold, but it’s also white. It’s utterly silent, but it makes loud crunching noises under one’s hooves as one trots. Puzzling and perplexing!
We had a week of it, scratching our brains trying to figure out just how to dispose of the unexpected dump. Eventually, and I have to give you humans credit for this, we were able to get ahold of a few marvelous devices you call “shovels,” and thusly armed we were able to clear a path from the front door to, well, the back door. Hey, it’s a start!