Come Out, Come Out Wherever You Are

“Come on out and get some fresh air,” I said. “It’s just a little snow.”

“How do we know it won’t kill us,” she asked?

“It’s only snow, it won’t hurt you. Look, other birds have been out in it and you don’t see any dead birds laying around do you,” I asked?

She then turned and screamed “It’s a flesh eating virus! Run! Hide!”

Something tells me it’s going to be a long winter.