My shadow follows me wherever I go. The more light that’s around me, the darker the shadow gets. Even in the darkness of my lovely den, I fear the shadow is still near, but I can’t see it. It only shows itself in the light.
Sometimes I don’t notice the shadow, that’s what happens when something is almost always there. At other times, I can see the shadow so clearly that I can’t see anything else. The shadow becomes my world. That makes me pretty angry.
Yeah, I wake up early every February. I haven’t been able to hibernate straight through the winter for years. I wake covered in the sweat of anxiety. Every winter, at the same time. They must have a pill for that. I saw a commercial on Jeopardy once.
As soon as I wake up in my warm and mossy den, the anxiety begins to build. I can’t see my shadow, and I don’t know what he’s been up to. I know it’s important to keep track of my shadow. I learned that from reading about Jungian Psychology on Wikipedia.
What, you thought we just slept all winter? We cruise the internet once in a while. Otherwise it would just be too darned boring down in our tunnels.
Sooner or later I get to the point where I can’t get back to sleep. My worries about what mischief that evil shadow of my self is bringing to the world get the best of me.
My little rodent mind won’t stop replaying Grandpa Groundhog’s old stories about the trouble he caused when he didn’t notice that his shadow became Fuehrer and Reich Chancellor of an entire country.
Every year, I get to the point where I just can’t take this tension any more. I have to go out into the daylight and find that damned evil shadow of mine. I don’t know how he does it, but every year he manages to bring around a few hundred idiots in felt hats.
These weirdos can't seem to keep their hands off me. I should bite more often.
Next year I’ll manage to trap that evil shadow before I retreat to my den. Just you wait!