We had another big snow storm last week during school vacation. Our twins had sleepovers with friends in the basement two nights in a row. The morning after the snow, I noticed footprints going from (or to) the basement window where they had been sleeping and ending (or beginning) under a tree by our woodpile. But they didn't return either way. It was like whoever was by the window was there during the storm and then trod through the snow to the woodpile and disappeared. I pulled Bill aside and said, "Aren't those the strangest footprints you've ever seen? They are in a perfect line...this totally creeps me out."
So Bill and I sat there and tried to figure out why the footprints went in only one direction. Peeping Tom? Horrors! Sprite? Ridiculous. It was beyond weird. Finally Bill went outside and examined the "footprints". Apparently they were perfect BUNNY BUTT-PRINTS! The rabbit left his hiding place under the house by the window after the storm and hopped through the deep snow to the woodpile. What a riot!
We had another big snow storm last week during school vacation. Our twins had sleepovers with friends in the basement two nights in a row. The morning after the snow, I noticed footprints going from (or to) the basement window where they had been sleeping and ending (or beginning) under a tree by our woodpile. But they didn't return either way. It was like whoever was by the window was there during the storm and then trod through the snow to the woodpile and disappeared. I pulled Bill aside and said, "Aren't those the strangest footprints you've ever seen? They are in a perfect line...this totally creeps me out." 
