Range Rover by Rosie

It’s cold in the Antarctic. Snow every day and freezing water. If I have one more ice-cold bath, I’m gonna get frostbite. Not the usual frostbite, oh, no, but frostbite where your limbs go purple and fall of, one by one. First your toes, then your ankles and your feet, your legs, your hips and your waist, your stomach, and finally your shoulders, until all that is left is your head and neck. Luckily I have a Range Rover to sleep in. And, this may just be me hallucinating, but is that bear leaning on my vehicle looking at me???