Saturday View: Mystery of the track
Nothing foreshadowed meeting with miracles. The day was normal, as was the walk along the forest itself. Two-days snow melted, leaving huge puddles-lakes in the middle of the road. And then I noticed a trace of unusual size. I began to look at it and only then it dawned on me that the trace was in the singular ...
Чупакабра?:)
One-legged, rare species, endangered )