A few weeks ago, Muckpond told me he needed my address because he'd found something that made him think of me and he needed to send it. So I gave it to him.
Today, the package arrived. I opened it up and saw some warm looking gloves.
"I wonder why gloves made Muck think of me," I thought. Maybe because it's cold in Minnesota? I didn't know. But they're fun! So I read the accompanying letter, which had an explanation, and then took a look at the gloves again.
This picture really does not do the gloves justice, but people, they have a ginormous middle finger. Like, I could give people the finger without even having to make the effort to bend down the other fingers. It warms my cold, dead heart to know that when Muck thinks of gigantic middle finger, he thinks of me. Really, is there a better winter gift? He says I am to love them and then pay them forward but psha! I'm keeping these babies forever!
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