[thesummerwind]

Phil, the Seer of Seers, Sage of Sages, Prognosticator of Prognosticators and Weather Prophet Extraordinary has promised us six more weeks of winter. I, for one, believe the furry fellow over at Gobbler's Knob.

How do you know it is really Phil at Gobbler's Knob? For most of the year, Phil lives in a climate-controlled home at the Punxsutawney Library. He is taken to Gobbler's Knob and placed in a heated burrow underneath a simulated tree stump on stage before being pulled out around 7:25 a.m. on each Groundhog Day, February 2, to make his prediction.

The furry guy has sopken.

If you're from around the area, you really must go some time.

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PHIL: Where's everybody going?

PIANO TEACHER: To Gobbler's Knob. It's Groundhog Day.

PHIL: It's still just once a year, isn't it?

[CaliGirlGodHelpMe]

"PIANO TEACHER: To Gobbler's Knob. It's Groundhog Day."

Hey, you're right, that WAS the piano teacher. Well spotted.