Saturday, December 6, 2025

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AE: The hounds gathered at a park which when covered with snow abounds with cherub sledders and hot cocoa. No snow, no cherubs, but no police interventions. All good. Being so cold some hot cocoa would have been nice. Sox said that he actually used flour on trail and it proved to be true. The Chickens and Eagles departed on the prettiest bridle trails in the entire state without the threat of being shot on site. Soon the chickens split off. As promised, there were few road crossings. Just trail, old horse shit, and frozen mud. Felt more like a X-country run than a hash trail until it wasn't. The Eagles split off the marked trail, crawled through sections of 8 foot chain-link fencing to find themselves at the beer check: the prettiest truck stop on Route 287. Where AE went looking for and found the prettiest port-a-potty to take care of her unreliable fart concerns. After a quick sip, the Eagles headed back up the prettiest hill. SOS's prettiest dog of all refused to crawl across a log and made a big detour. The Eagles weasled their way back on the prettiest easements. HOP noticed that the trail markings challenged horses to go vertical. One check led SOS to the next check, a J-check .... So the Chickens had missed this? Since NoGen wanted some fireball, SOS didn't have to go far .... forget the DFL's. The Chickens didn't have to wait long back at the cars when the Eagles returned, since the cohare, Weiner-riser was so cold, was always there; Circle commenced mach schnell. Not too many accusations because Fire Engine Santa Claus kept interrupting. AE was regaled for having almost sharted in the woods. It sure was the prettiest trail of the entire year. On Out AE.