Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
And if you get bored in the winter, you can head out with a broom and an ace/machete/sword/chainsaw/baseball bat. Go up to any 5-6' tall snow piles, burhs it with the broom to see if it's a zombsicle, and remove it's head in relative safety.
Oh good. Now I'm going to have to edit it since I noticed that particular evening my fingers were frequently moving slower then my brain. (Typos and spelling errors abound. I really should just write in Word and spell check prior...)Nice to know someone's reading though ;) Thanks for the tag Tam :)
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