Chance Of Werewolves

Greetings to all!  It's me, Mags.  We had a great walk up to The Top Of The World this morning!  It was foggy and muddy and no one else was out there AND, perhaps best of all, there was a certain fragrance in the air ...

"Grab a whiff of that, Ragnar!"
"Oooh!  Cow manure!!!"

It was everywhere, it was quite strong, and wow, was it ever awesome!

Anyway, as you can see, it was super foggy.  Obviously, that meant we had to keep a sharp eye out.  You know.  For werewolves!

"Lemme know if you see any up there, Mags!"
"Will do, Raggi!"

They could have been lurking anywhere in this fog -- am I right?

"What do you think, Ragnar?"
"Wel--uh oh!  I know that look!"
"Margaret Thatcher!!!"

Can you believe that?!?  Every time Mom mentions my full name, something tremendously fun happens.  In this case, I might have done a quick BOOM on my little brother.

"Ha roo roo roo!"
"Save me, Mom!"

When we got down to the bottom trails, Dad recommended we go over the bridge.  

"C'mon, Mom!  You know you want to!"
"There could be werewolves over there!"

We decided to risk it.  I am fully confident that Ragnar and I could handle a werewolf with no problem at ALL!

"What if there are werewolves AND trolls?!"
"Hmm.  Well, you take the werewolves; I'll handle the trolls."

"Great idea.  Let's go!"
"We've got this, Raggi!"

We Polargold pups are super confident.  We weren't about to let any werewolves OR trolls keep us from crossing the bridge!  In fact, we went over it twice, just to show them who's really in charge.  Werewolves or no werewolves.

It was a great walk!  Well worth having to have our feety-feet washed when we got home!  Thanks for coming along!

Yours sincerely,
Margaret Thatcher