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Awakening From Winter's Lethargy

Folks in rural Pennsylvania think that Punxsutawney Phil is, by all means, that happy and friendly groundhog that predicts the beginning of spring on a forest log; he's very smart and looks friendly when he wags his tail. If his prognistication is right everybody applauds, and awaits the arrival of the harmonious season; what if he refuses to comply...will there be lauds, or at least, plenty of food on his plate not too lean? It's the annual rite of wishful anticipation, almost an augural pretense that the happy season will be at their doors to spread harmony, but if Punxsutaweny Phil won't predict anything and wants to crawl back into his warm den, there'll be a longer wait 'till he breaks his lethargy. Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci

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