Yesterday, while shoveling round four of CNY's snow fall, I noticed the snakes left me a gift in the form of an icicle hanging from my back roof. I didn't know they had a connection with Jack Frost, but it is evident my good deeds of snake saving has resulted in the delivery of a special tongue hanging from my roof.
I am not a Slytherin, but like Potter, I like to keep the serpents close to view. I don't speak parcel tongue, but my lil' home in North Syracuse obviously does.
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