The sun is constantly low up here in the cold north, so we covered our dear pear in a warm blanket and walked down the horse path to the watchtower next to the lake. The tower rises three floors up. The first two were dark and slippery, but on the final one a few rays of sun played in a corner. The girl, feeling oddly happy and quite high (from all the fresh air, mind you) and dizzy drew the sunlight to our warm and cozy pear.

Then she ate him and threw the remains to the birds and foxes, but that another story.

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