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Posted on September 27, 2018 at 12:13 PM by T.W. Elf
I tried with all my might to hold on to my dear sleigh, but the Wyoming wind got the best of me. In a flash, I was thrown into the air. Rotating and spinning fiercely, I experienced the full force of the Wyoming wind as it grabbed hold of me and swung me around like a rag doll. When the squall was finished with me and the wind subsided, I realized the rope was no longer in my grasp. Woodsy was gone.
In the distance I could see him floating down the North Platte. In my dismay, I raced down the shoreline leaping and bounding as quickly as I could. I dodged sage brush, snow drifts and rocks. Just as I was about to grab the line, another gust swooped me up and tossed me. When I got my balance and recovered from the cold wind, Woodsy was lost. He was nowhere in sight.
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