If I were Punxsutawney Phil, I'd be one irate rodent right now.
Having predicted a premature termination of the Nightmare season, Phil seemed to be well tuned in to Mother Nature. With temperatures in the area rising into the sixties over the weekend all signs supported Phil's prognostication prowess.
Then wham! Ma Nature spun on her heels and blindsided Phil by tossing out a heaping helping of snow and sleet.
And what does that do to Phil? Why cuts the legs right out from under him of course. (Not that he was that far off the ground to begin with).
Pride wounded, how is Phil to show his face next year? I tell you Phil ought to be plotting revenge. Like maybe hiring a body double next year. He could arrange for Ma Nature to think he called it one way when in fact he called it the other. That would leave the Ol' Lady with nothing to do but spin in place.
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