Or was it “beer deer”? Writer Bill Pollett recounts how a merry lark to find a tree slid into misadventure. “I find myself half-running down the icy road, trying to keep down a rising sensation of panic, my boots nearly slipping out from under me with every step.” Lost & Found—A Christmas Tale, December 15, 2004.
It happened in Winterpeg. Another classic tale by Bill Pollett, this one dipping into fantasy. “Remembering old fairy tales, she put her lips to his for an enchanted kiss. They froze there, like a tongue to a Winnipeg February lamppost.” Porkpie Hat—Icebound: A Winter Tale, December 19, 2008.