It
was warm and sunny on this afternoon. The day before, I couldn't
find the moose. As I skied along on this day, I looked very carefully
into the woods and caught the first glimpse of Dolly.
Molly plopped down and chewed her cud in the
trees. "Mom sure is acting oddly these days. There she is sitting
by herself eating snow. She's ignoring me."
Dolly thinks, "Sugar on snow is my favorite
late afternoon snack -- and bring on the pickles -- I'm pregnant!"
When last seen, Molly looked over her shoulder as I skied away.
Dolly sat quietly in the sun thinking about
an ideal place
to have her new baby and
how to break the news to Molly.