atlas the faithful
atlas says:
“i have been waiting and waiting and waiting. if you won’t come out of the snow, i will come in after you, but i will not like it.”
“arrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooooooo! the snow is too deep and i am too tired. i am done with this nonsense.”
“i am king of the world!”
“i seem to have turned myself sideways. this hill is more confusing than i thought. i think i will be done now.”
“hey there. i have been waiting and waiting and waiting so i’m just checking up on you.”
“good. you’re still there. you will have to get out on your own. i am going away now.”
(yes, atlas is still alive and well. it’s been so cold lately that he is in full-on hibernation mode. as he told you already, he is very sensible.)
I think most people would feel like Atlas does about snow if they had to run around in it in bare feet.
I’m sure I would!
Though it’s not that he minds snow so much as he doesn’t like when his feet sink (it’s unnerving and also exhausting when it’s really deep) or when he gets ice caught between his toes. He is happy as a clam when the snow is packed or when there are just a few inches of soft fluffy stuff. Or when he’s distracted because he’s on the hunt.