Thursday 29th January

Bravely, the last remaining husky
slowly chewed the meagre ration that
he allowed himself daily.
Would he ever make it back from the South Pole?
Would he ever reach civilization again?
Shrugging these doubts aside,
he turned his back to the bitter wind,
and ignoring the biting blasts of snow
which were increasingly...
What's that, Mum? Teatime?
Just let me get my tennisball...