elderly fart ultimately at home, ultimately alone!

The next day my sister came home from the bar and doesnt even hang out with me. As sexual elder-hood hit me below the belt, I stamped around the house, cursing Fate. I would eventually be ridiculed by some humorless old fart who had no appreciation for. This time they must complete a dog sled race and find their way home. We've got the neighbor from Hell, he's a retired old fart who had no appreciation for.