Snowing

It's snowing here, and needless to say, I am alarmed. The teddies are flipping through hotel brochures looking for places that we can go if the power fails, and I don't like the way they keep talking about lagging me along. What in the world am I going to do if I end up confined to one small room with my siblings for days? And the bunnies are trying to argue that we should go ahead and flee so that the human's ability to novel isn't interrupted. What if I'm trapped in the same room with her while she's writing? I'll be declared an accessory to her novel related crimes for sure! And what about Betsy Bear? I'm sure that being in the same hotel as that bear and a breakfast buffet is just asking for trouble.