Hmph, I don't know nobody named Nelly.
Hey Peepers! Have you seen what's goin' on out there?
Out there on the driveway, Peepers. What are you, BLIND?
Oh for mousin' out loud, Peepers, it seems I have to explain EVERYTHIN' these days.
Well if you don't want me catsplaining things to you, you'd better start bein' more observant and intelligent and stuff.
FINE, I shall explain.
There must be a provincial election comin' up or somethin', I think.
What, no elections in the near future?
Well that makes no sense.
Of course it makes no sense, Peepers. Somethin' is up, for sure. I was out there just this mornin' and I found roads...
Okay, so I was out there this mornin' and I found TRACKS all over the place. Yup, tracks all over the place in the newly fallen snow. There were squirrel tracks, bird tracks, cat tracks - not mine - and some really big tracks I couldn't identify. And when I say big, I mean BIG. Big as in HUGE.
I'm tellin' ya, I think we have a Sasquatch on our paws.
AN ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN, for sure.
Probably a really grumpy Abominable Snowman on account of that wet, heavy, sticky snow stickin' to his or her humongously hairy feet, and...
What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
The Abominable Snowman's tracks? Oh, well they went straight down the driveway between the side door of the house, and the street. They stropped right next to where you left the garbage last night. It's a good thing you didn't encounter that ol' snowman, Peepers, 'cause rumours are swirlin' that he or she is pretty grumpy, for sure. One might even say loathsome, disgustin', and vile.
You know, on account of abominable meanin' those things, and...
So no Abominable Snowman, you say. Those were YOUR tracks in the snow.
My gosh you've got big feet.
Wonder if they're hairy, too.
Remember to mask up, too.