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Forsooth, let us forthwith listen closely to the brass tintinnabulation from the large sled in our barn.
Let it be agreed that the current climate is greatly pleasant such that were we to embark on a trip together in our horse-drawn runner-equipped snow-conveyance it would probably end with great mirth.

Without, unthawed rain appears to be settling soundlessly on the ground, and some erstwhile companions are inexplicably standing upon same and uttering strange exclamations of what I perceive to be joy.
Prithee, as I have said, it is sufficiently temperate in the out of doors that a quick jaunt in our multi-person sled would be of great interest to all parties.

Accelerate, you vaunted steeds, else I shall lay waste to your hindquarters with the leather!
Let us look upon the white material that surrounds us! It is indeed an astonishing, stunning thing over which we pilgrimage.

Damnable worthless animals! Do not your exhilarating fleetness diminish!
Intertwining our appendages gives me great pleasure.
We continue to smoothly navigate to the tune of December’s pallid scenery.

The faces of our collective assemblage have reddened significantly, and yet the selection of blankets and footwarmers seems to have been particularly ingenious, as my core temperature remains unmodified.
We two are particularly well nestled in warmth and comfort, almost as if we were priests of the same cloth, and those priests were actually winged creatures, if you catch my somewhat incomprehensible drift.

I submit that the proper course of action would be for us to continue forward on this path, ideally while producing tuneful melodies from our throats such as would please what gods there may be.
I believe that I have previously commented on the suitability of our environs for a equine-pulled trip, and while I hesitate to repeat myself, I feel it necessary to point out yet again the fittingness of my earlier statements.