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After all the dire weather warnings this week about how we were going to be overrun by the Four Horsemen of The Snowpocalypse, we were a bit relieved when it turned out to be little more than a few lazy flakes drifting down from the sky.  Well, maybe it was a couple of inches, but it was a far cry from the 6+ inches they had been predicting.

I'm sure that we Winnipeggers can now sympathize with how Sir Robin felt when he learned that the monster at the cave of Caerbannog was just a rabbit.  "You tit! I soiled my armour I was so scared!"