“Great,” Dr. Phil mumbled, “Six more weeks of winter and now this.” Dr. Phil scurried back in his den with a crowd laughing behind him and his crazy-haired shadow walking after him.
“What a miserable day,” Dr. Phil thought, “I might as well go back to bed for six weeks.”
So off to bed the miserable groundhog went dragging himself into it.
“Goodnight,” were his last words before he fell sound asleep.
The End
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