Submitted by Thomas on Tue, 2006-12-05 04:00.
Girlish giggles taunt me as I plummet to my death, over and over. An upbeat, looping soundtrack - reminiscent of an 80's sitcom theme song - becomes my eternal funeral dirge.
I'm speaking, of course, about a sled race with Yeta, an adorable abominable snow-woman who dresses like a Babushka doll. She's the only thing standing between me and the final piece of heart that'll complete my last heart container.
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