Short leg. Deep snow. Cold bottom.

You may laugh.

its not funny being so small I trail through the snow like a stone.

Its cold under there I can tell you.

Its not helped by the laughing and pointing my shop seems to elect from passersby.

Please be thoughtful the next time you see a low slung sausage sashaying in the snow and give us a biscuit.

We need it for the blood sugar don’t you know.

 

Charlie x