Dateline Metompkin, VA February 2, 2008
At precisely 7:09am GST (Groundhog Standard Time) Virginia's Eastern Shore
resident and very own prognosticator, Metompkin Max, fulfilled his yearly
duty by rubbing the sleep from his eyes, observing weather conditions and
"It's bright up here! Too bright for me, I'm going back to bed! Wake me
in six weeks when Winter's over!" So ended our hopes for an early Spring.
Wispy ground fog threatened putting a caveat in the forecast, and
Max was heard to grumble "I don't want any caveat with my forecast, I never
did like those salty fish eggs!"
Max, who never ever minces words, was quick and to the point as usual. And
some say a bit more terse than ever before. His offspring, Max XVII is two,
and "terrible" applies to ALL children of that age, apparently.
Poppa Max needs his sleep!
Max (XVI) is the nephew of the exalted forecaster of southeastern
Pennsylvania, Octorara Orphie. Both are of the Marmotus rex clan, fabled
forecasters and general shunners of publicity (unlike "that Phil guy, a
Marmotus familiaris, who'd do anything for a camera"). Max resides with his
family on the Amos Stoltzfus farm in suburban Metompkin, VA. This year the
Metompkin Slumbering Groundhog Lodge sent an ambassador to honor
Orphie on this his one hundreth year of forecasting. Our Colonel of Truth
(our archivist), Larry Blivin will be representing Max in Quarryville, PA.
Congratulations Uncle Orphie!
Max would be the first to caution us that February is known for it's surprize
snowstorms, so be vigilant, keep your woodpile dry, and keep a smile in
your hearts, Spring is just around the corner, after all.
Happy Candlemas day, y'all.
To check on other prognosticators, go to www.groundhogsday.com click
on "Groundhog Central"
Respectfully submitted by Earl Frederick (Sec. Gen. Slumbering Groundhog Lodge #46)
Updated: 9:05 PM GMT on February 02, 2008
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