This instantly reminded me of getting stuck in snow on my miniature snowmobile when I was about five. The snow was about two feet deep, and I was supposed to stay in the tracks of the snowmobile that my dad was riding ahead of me.
But field mice kept popping out on one side of the tracks, running across, and burrowing into the snow on the opposite side.
This delighted me so much that I would just steer in the direction of the mouse, ram into the snow, and get stuck. Happened about three or four times. heh heh
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Date: 2007-03-03 05:30 pm (UTC)This instantly reminded me of getting stuck in snow on my miniature snowmobile when I was about five. The snow was about two feet deep, and I was supposed to stay in the tracks of the snowmobile that my dad was riding ahead of me.
But field mice kept popping out on one side of the tracks, running across, and burrowing into the snow on the opposite side.
This delighted me so much that I would just steer in the direction of the mouse, ram into the snow, and get stuck. Happened about three or four times. heh heh