An interesting story, purely imaginative
Uploaded by poo_on_your_face on Mar 03, 2001
In winter all the trees and fields are bare, and both covered by dewy, frosty cobwebs made by early, busy spiders. The webs are everywhere, it’s magical, as if a huge spider came along in the night and made a patchwork quilt to keep the grass warm. Everything is frosty and the house looks bare and out of place in this stark wilderness that is my home. I don’t seem to have mentioned my only other companion; he is called Dog. I have to admit that I wasn’t in a particularly imaginative mood when I named him, and certainly not for naming puppies. So I called him Dog, he liked it and it stuck. I found him when he was a puppy in the middle of the woods; he was obviously the runt of the litter and was left behind. We go everywhere together; you could say that we were inseparable, he certainly thinks that. Dog and I go skating on the lake, now that it is completely iced over. It is much too cold to hunt and all the animals are hibernating, but I should have enough meat to see us through until the spring. The mountains behind the house seem bigger and more ‘alive’ than ever, casting long shadows over nearly everything; engulfing the whole landscape; house, trees, fields, all. It snows a lot now, and the house is sometimes blanketed in a layer of thick, white, creamy snow. The fields too, when they are not cobwebbed. The trees look out of place too, naked against the bleak and barren landscape. I am sure Dog doesn’t favour it much in these desolate times either. I am just surviving and waiting for the lake to thaw, the trees to gather their leaves, the mountains to show their paths, the rabbits to rear their dozy heads. I am sure he can’t wait until spring, and neither can I.