Dear Punxsutawney Phil,

Well, I guess I owe you an apology, don’t I? Last week I called you a punk and threatened you with extermination. Well, I take it back. I’m sorry, you little scamp. And while I am still not happy about your delaying riding season by six weeks, I have to say that you were right, considering the two feet of snow that fell in my back yard. Ten days after your shadow sighting, winter returned with a vengeance.

I guess the shadow really DOES know. Next year, try not to be such a big chicken, OK?

Author: frenchy