You know what? Emerson used to go visit Thoreau at Walden Pond. Well, one winter, it was so cold that Emerson made little leather booties for Thoreau’s…wait for it…CHICKENS! Isn’t that just darling? I can totally see Emerson sewing up little chicken booties so that their feet won’t freeze in the snow. Makes me wonder…Emerson HAD to have been crushing on Thoreau.
Thoreau: …You made booties?
Emerson: *nods*
Thoreau: …for the chickens?
Emerson: *is obvious in his love for Thoreau*
Thoreau: I must have you now.
Emerson: *glee*
Because Self-Reliance is overrated.
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