You know, I really like you, but I really don't want to fall into a seven-foot deposit of snow

[sovay]

On being transplanted with her brother to the summer kitchen of my parents' house, Hestia almost immediately swarmed up the chimney and was only located by her small batlike mew. This was sub-optimal for several reasons, including the amount of time required for my father to make sure that the screen at the top of the chimney was secure. On the other hand, the resulting picture of our hearth-goddess peeping out like a Puritan familiar may have been the best part of the day.