(I always thought this was giving groundhogs too much credit for intelligence. How could they understand the significance of a dead groundhog on a fencepost? But, maybe they just smell it and shy away.)
One day when I was riding along with my best buddy and his little brother, I learned that a '63 Chevy truck makes an excellent hunting weapon for groundhogs. A groundhog crossed the road in front of us, and Fred gunned it in that direction, almost jumping a ditch as he yelled, "Git 'im!" I don't know if we killed the groundhog, but I was scared almost to death.
But I digress. So, in honor of Groundhog Day, here is a classic tongue-twister from Henry Beard's "Latin For Even More Occasions."
Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari?
And the answer,
Tantum materiae quam materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari.