We decided to walk through Greenville's festive downtown on the coldest night of the year. Woog had the best seat in the house- looking something like an amputee with his little legs tucked neat in the center hole of the wagon, he flapped his gloved hands and bounced up and down. It was a nice walk...though by the end most of us had frozen snot icicles stiffened to our upper lips. Woog survived it all with a coo and a wave skyward- Good Night Moon.
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