Today has dawned cold and grey, but I feel compelled to do something to restore Wilson to his home. His final email message, which used up the last of his credit, said, 'I have run out of marshmallows for my hot chocolate. Things are desperate. You must rescue me soon! HELP!'
There's not been much more snow overnight, and the temperature is slowly edging up to zero, so I'm going to dig the car out and try to reach the zoo to liberate Wilson. Wish me good luck.
I may be gone for some time…
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