The morning after the last snowfall, when no one else had been around, these footprints looked much like the former tracks, a straight , single series of prints. This time they rounded the side of the house, and trailed into the woods behind the house. The shape looks like a foot, so I think it must be something that neatly hops or leaps in a straight formation. I figured I'd go into the back yard to take a better picture but there is a frozen icy crust on top of the snow, and I might not be able to climb back up the hill. That happened to the kids once; I think I went downstairs and brought them in through the basement door.
(I'm not referring to the time Danny slid on a saucer down the icy hill, his head coming to rest against a tree, actually bashing into it so hard that he got a concussion and his sister later went and retrieved part of his front tooth which had frozen to the saucer. After the crash, Danny came to the front door, and kept asking, "What happened?" While we were waiting for the Rescue Squad, he sat on Marilyn's lap in the living room and she kept trying to explain what had happened. After each explanation, he would say, "But what happened?" I was sitting on the kitchen floor saying prayers. The only ray of hope came when responder Scott, or maybe Jan, Frisino asked him a different question; "Did you try to gnaw down a tree?" We all laughed at that.
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