Many miles away from the cottage which Teddy had taken over from Snowball who had taken it over from a certain rabbit who was now trekking up a huge snowy mounain. Ice clung to her whiskers and the wind howled around her. There was no sign of anything except for fields of white. So much white. So much snow. So much freezing. So much desolation.
An annoying little Angelica came hopping up the slope behind her, whining. "Why are we up here? What are we doing? I want to go home!"
"I have to go to the bathroom!" said Savio.
"I want a snack," put in Spike.
I have a whole list of things I want right now... thought Jacob, who was pulling, up the mountain, the cart which Spike was sitting on.
"Whoever doesn't want to stick with me to the end of this journey can leave now!" exclaimed Yvonne. She paused dramatically.
Everyone sat there, staring at her.
She continued back up into the mountain until she had come to a cave. "At last," she mumbled to herself. "The Cavern of Kumputarz!"
She hopped down a passageway and came into a well lit and well heated office room, lined with computers. She sat down at one of this.
"What are you doing?" whined Angelica.
"Hacking into the blog!" replied Yvonne. "I shall have power over my blog once again!"
Spike fainted at the use of the word "blog".
Jacob, who was standing in the doorway with the cart still attached to him, did not say anything. But he was wondering why Yvonne had to hack into the blog when she was already apparently in the blog, and how does all this even work? He could have asked these things, but he thought it would have been rude.
Angelica didn't care about being rude. She said, with an extremely ugly look on her face, "What? Why do you have to do that since you're obviously using the blog right now?"
Spike fainted more.
Yvonne did not move and did not speak for a while. In her head she was wresting with the question of one of her greatest weaknesses: that of dumbly going through a lot of effort to do something which either didn't have to be done or which could have been done simply. She came to the conclusion that, rather than trying to fix this problem of hers at the moment, she would just take out her irritation by picking Angelica up and flinging her off the mountain.
Angelica screamed for a long time. But she lived. No one ever dies in these sorts of blogs.