I'd come from London to explore the the Alpine Wild when I fell through the ice. The matches wet would not light when from the white the St. Bernard appeared. And I wondered, "Does he really have cocoa in that little jug."
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I like this. Sort of Jack London meets Belle and Sebastian. Although the title makes me think of some desperate project to construct the eponymous entity in “Trojan Horse” fassion, with the irrational assurance that doing so will empower it with the ability to save you.
Side note: Generally I think the S’int Brenards were supposed to have alcohol in that jug. You know, like a big old healthy dose of brandy, warmed to a dog’s body temperature with that faint aftertaste of doggie slather. Just the thing to drink if you’re freezing cold and want to take a little nap, forever.
Why no doggie picture?
I tried to draw a picture, but it didn’t really work. 🙁