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Yesterday we went to the park to do some sledding , or “sleigh riding” as the folks here call it. I was excited about how often they talked about riding in horse drawn sleds around here and couldn’t wait for my turn to dash through the snow in a one horse open sleigh, but alas, I was confused. I had a hard time making myself go face first down this hill on my stomach, but mean old Phil pushed me. I decided it was fun after that and didn’t have too much trouble the next time.
Mean old Phil chooses his path carefully for optimal speed and distance.
