The lump, the mind and snow.

The lump wakes up, feeling united with the mind. Looks out from the cave and sees snow, lots of it dancing in the air, spinning around, laughing. Hmmm, the mind utters: shouldn't it be spring in the air already? The lump was planning to take another stroll on the green field, but, well, the snow..

The lump stops, realizing it doesn't have to stroll around like a lost troll day after day. It is acceptable to enjoy, smile, laugh and maybe even feel some happiness, or is it, the mind sharply questions. Today it will, the lump states and leaves the mind arguing and pondering about happiness, what this is, what it means and how everyone should have the right to experience it.

The lump sees the bottle of absinth and the evening is saved.