[ After a whole few rounds of finagling, Tommy achieved putting together something akin to a dogsled. He's normally nimble, quick at building things if he can find a manual to memorize. With the event making him feel like he was trudging through rather than over snow, the whole process became laborious. When Darcy opens her room door, there's Tommy very close by, sitting in a plastic snow sled that he'd rigged up to one of those scooter boards he remembered from gym class in elementary and the closet was able to provide. The are all leashed and ready to go, but too bad none of them are running.
They're kind of just standing. And sitting. And licking themselves. ]
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They're kind of just standing. And sitting. And licking themselves. ]
Mush. Come on guys, mush already!