More winter

Exactly two minutes before his alarm went off he sat straight up in bed and turned to look at his calendar. "Yep," he murmured sleepily, "it really is Groundhog Day. Guess my dreams were telling the truth." He stretched and yawned, then stuck his toes out from under the quilt. He leapt from the warm bed, grabbing his housecoat from the hook as he danced on tiptoes into the kitchen. "Why they do this to me year after year after year is beyond me," he grumbled holding the hot water heater under the faucet. He plugged the heater in, fumbled through the cupboard for a mug, and tossed in the contents of a hot chocolate packet. He turned on his laptop, which was still sitting in the middle of the kitchen table where he'd placed it last night after playing a game or two of spider solitaire, and navigated to his favourite news site. "Hmmm, looks like the crowds are already gathering," he said. Then the hot water heater whistled, and he ran to pour the piping hot water into his mug.

He sipped the hot chocolate while browsing some more news stories. Then an instant message box popped up on his desktop. WHAT'D YA THINK? SIX MORE WEEKS OF WINTER THIS TIME? He grinned an evil grin, finished his drink in one last long swig, and typed back. A new message popped up from another of his cohorts. Soon the chats were all linked and messages flew back and forth. WELL BOYS, he ended the conversation, LET'S GET ON TO BUSINESS. He signed off the instant messenger, checked the news site once more, and closed the lid of his computer. Leaving the dirty mug in the sink, he went to the bathroom to groom. Once his teeth were brushed, his ears cleaned, and his fur combed and looking presentable, he walked back into the kitchen and looked at the microwave clock. 7:56. It was early. Earlier than he ever got up. But it was a once-a-year event, and he couldn't be late. There would be no fun in that. He washed his mug as he waited a few more minutes. 7:59. Then he opened his front door and sauntered up the tunnel.

Just out of sight of the crowds he leaned nonchalantly against a pre-cleaned place on the wall (didn't want to get his fur dirty just before appearing), and sucked on the mint he'd popped in his mouth just before leaving the house. He would let them wait until it was almost 8:01. Let the suspense build a little. Finally he knew it was time. He patted the fur on his belly into place one last time, gave a quick energizing shake, and dashed up the last bit of tunnel. He poked his head out of his hole, quickly assessing the crowd gathered behind a protecting fence (Who does it really protect? he always wondered. Them or me?) At the site of his silky head, they burst into cheers and applause. Ahhh, just the same as every year, he thought. After the moment of surprise was over, he vaulted from the tunnel, and scrambled out of the darkness cast by the overhanging tree branches. Yes, it was sunny; this was perfect. He shuffled into the bright morning sunlight. Stop. Look confused, or maybe almost curious. Amble forward a step or two, watching the ground. Jump back just the tiniest amount. Stare at the shadow of yourself. Look horrified. Edge backwards. Slowly, slowly. OK. NOW! Turn straight around and run fast back to the hole. Dive into the tunnel and disappear. Out of breath (I really should get up every so often and work out a bit), he ran around the corner and stopped just out of sight of the crowds of people. Yes, he had done it! It had been more than perfect. He had seen their expressions. They were hoping for a good sign, but he'd pulled that hope away. Six more weeks of winter for those humans to contend with. Six more weeks for all the humans; the other groundhogs had done the same thing. He didn't care. He'd be curled up fast asleep and dreaming in his cozy underground bed.