Snow upon (snow upon (snow …) …)

When night falls, at story-time, these are the tales they tell.

They tell of the great snowfall -- The Big One – O what a time it was!

They tell it at length, and in loving detail.

And as each one succumbs to the tug of the tale, sinking into snowdrifts of sleep,

their bunkmates in the burrow   take up the thread…

"It snowed and it snowed and it snowed and it snowed"

            "and it snowed and it snowed and it snowed and it"

                        "snowed and it"           

                                    "snowed and"  "it snowed"           

                                                "and it"

                                    "snowedandit"    "snowedandit"

snowedanditsnowedanditsnowedanditsnowed…

              snowed

                        snowed

                                                snowed

snowed

            snowed

                        snowed

                                    snowed

                                                                        . . . . . . . .

[Scholiast to scholars:

The Urtext for this is “Piglet Entirely Surrounded by Water”.]

And Now For Something Completely Different

 As you all know, today is Piglet’s Birthday (as is tomorrow, and the day after that.  February is funny that way.)  In commemoration of this joyous event, we intend to post (if we are spared) a number of items bearing no relation whatsoever to Cantorian Realism.   This will come as a blow to the Cantorian Realist Community: but hang in there, inshallah we’ll be back.

Let the festivities begin!