We stood there, I imagining it's sockets looking at me, and perhaps wondering, and well... it just sort of remained as it did when I stumbled upon it moments earlier. It seemed nice enough, not having killed me or anything, so I began a conversation. 'Rather nice day, except for the blizzard, and freezing temperatures' I began. It remained unmoving, gaze, undisturbed. I thought perhaps the topic, weather, was not to it's liking. So, are you into ferret ranching? I asked innocently. I almost interpretted it's swaying stance as a response, but then soon realized the wind had renewed it's vigour. I returned to the weather. 'What about that wind chill factor. Freezes exposed flesh in a matter of minutes.' I knew I had said the wrong thing right as my breath dissipated before my eyes. His gaze cast downward, he grunted sadly, and trudged away. I had insulted him. Left to my own thoughts, I soon realized my neck was numb and my feet were frozen to the ground. And my spine was itchy.
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