Winter dragged on. Milla, Bosco, and Kiko stood in the back door and looked out before leaving the house. They grew steadily more discriminating. Minnesota's cold was long and deep. People bragged about how cold and for how long. A few ice houses remained perched on the undependable ice of thawing lakes. People bet on the date the junk car fell through the ice. Cabin fever was the result of too many chickens in the coop for too long. Happy St. Urho's Day!
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