“Someone posted a condom stuffed with dog turd through our letterbox this morning. Dumbledore got confused, bless him, and thought it was an exciting new chew toy. And that’s the story of how we’re going to have to get a new couch.”
The world had changed while Sabira was below.
Before, the dark crags of the mountain had jutted all around, but there was little trace of them now. The landscape was a uniform white and its contours were rounded off, like a giant carpenter had planed of all the edges. Every small landmark she remembered from before was buried. Long, straight tears in the snow showed where the moving glacier ended and the banks of the mountain began.
“Someone posted a condom stuffed with dog turd through our letterbox this morning. Dumbledore got confused, bless him, and thought it was an exciting new chew toy. And that’s the story of how we’re going to have to get a new couch.”
