Sprong. Eyes open. Squish. Eyes shut — sunlight is way too strong.
Yawn. Stretch. Shake. Roll. Scratch. Crawl to the mouth of my cave. Bright sunlight; almost blinding — being reflected off the snow.
False alarm. More time to hibernate. Sigh.
By the way, Groundhogs know the square root of zip about weather and the coming of spring. You want to know when spring starts? It starts when Bears quit hibernating. You can trust me on that.
Stretch again. Scratch my back on the ground. Shake and settle back in. Grrrrzzzz . . .
