From the Diary of Elder Owen, Mayflower Pilgrim:
December 11, 1610. You know, it turns out crops don't just shoot up out of the ground when planted under several feet of snow. And I wish dearly the Indians would stop grinning.
But we managed to build two log cabins to provide shelter for the winter, one for most of us to sleep in, the other for my mother-in-law, Eldress Ethel, who snores like a warthog giving birth.
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