I'm losing the totems. Those poor little creatures are floundering in the brumal snowfields. They're unused to it, they don't know how to and cannot. They are spoilt.

Non, c'est moi. Je ne sais rien. C'est moi qui est gâté.

The snowflakes relentlessly cover the poor animals. Don't they understand that it is merely confusing to wander under the white covers. There is nothing but snow white.

I have lost the totems.