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"Bye, honey! (kiss, kiss!) Have a great day (smooch!) foraging and digging up gardens! (yumm, smack!)"
"Will do, sweetie! (peck!) And make sure that Junior (slurp, lick!) finishes his burrowing homework! (umm-waah!)"
I'm getting chapped lips just watching them, Minette L.
"Golly, pleased ta meet'cha, don'tcha know! My name is Gunderson, Betty Gunderson, and this is my husband, Laars, and we just moved into the house on the corner, and by gosh, this is such a great neighborhood, it sure is, I was just telling Laars how lucky we are to be here with the great schools and shopping and being off the main road away from the noise and all, and so what do you do for a living, then? Oh my goodness, well that's just fascinating, say maybe you and the family wanna come over for dinner tonight, won't be nothing fancy, just tuna hot dish and salad, and if you wanted to bring something, maybe you could bring over a little drawn butter and lemon, that would be just super, so we'll see you at seven then?"
There goes the neighborhood, C. B.
All right, ladies! The Yuletide season is upon us, and that means plenty of holiday parties with cute guys, dark hallways — and lots and lots of mistletoe! Keep your lips lively this Christmas with these time-honored mistle-tips:
CORRECT TECHNIQUE:
INCORRECT TECHNIQUE:
Thanks to the oh-so-kissable Ash for the instructional photos.
"Daaahling, what do you think? I was so weary of blending in, and Mr. Rudolfo says the orange highlights are the perfect complement to my bone structure. When he's right, he's right — I feel faaaaaaabulous!"
Friends, are you looking for an exotic pet for your family, but those sky-high pet store prices have you settling for hamsters? Then bring the kids down to Crazy Ernie's Factory Seconds Discount Pet Warehouse and select from dozens of one-of-a-kind irregular and discontinued pets, all with a 30-day guarantee! You'll find deals like this feller here — now, I don't know how they did it, but they managed to get his head on sideways. It don't bother him none; he gets around just fine, and he's yours for 70% off the pet store price! Hurry down now, and I'll throw in a starter pack of six-legged mice absolutely free!
This is the coolest idea since pet conversions, Johanna S.
As the entries poured in for our game of Trivial Fursuit (bada bing, Allison Y.!), one thing became clear: Those who love Teh Qte are Teh Smrt. Out of over 540 entries in 8 hours, most of you displayed your Google and Wikipedia skills command of knowledge flawlessly.
Our winner, randomly selected from all correct entries, is Arbed. Congratulations!
Now, the answers:
( G ) What big cat lives in the Himalayas at altitudes up to 20,000 feet? The Snow Leopard
( E ) What TV character was pursued by a policeman named Dibble? Top Cat
( H ) Who was the Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office under Margaret Thatcher and John Major? Humphrey
( AL ) What author's museum is home to many six-toed cats? Ernest Hemingway
( SN ) What are the collective names for a group of cats and a group of kittens? Preferred answers: clowder and kindle, respectively, but we also accepted cluster, clutter, glaring, kendle, nuisance and pounce.
( SL ) What game involves cat's eyes? Marbles
Thank you to EVERYONE who participated! If you'd like to see more competishes, let us know in the Comments!
"Why can't we fly?
What do colors taste like?
Where do babies come from?
If I bite my nails, will a hand grow in my stomach?
Why do we poop?
Does water bounce?
Can dogs look up?
What would you do for a Klondike bar?
Am I a dot? Or am I a speck?
When I'm underwater, do I get wet? Or does the water get me instead?
Did the computer invent itself?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Who framed Roger Rabbit?
Where's the beef?
Does this look infected?
Is there pinball in Heaven?
Could Captain Kirk beat Han Solo in a bar fight?
Are you now, or have you ever been ..."
I donna know, Donna B.
"... and in my travels, it's been such a genuine thrill and honor to meet so many of you hard-working, down-to-earth, honest-to-Betsy, meat-and-potatoes, tough-as-nails folks, what I like to call the 'real dogs' that form the best part of this great country of ours.
"Why, over there, I can see Carl the Car-Chaser, and there's Fred the Frisbee-Catcher, and Bob the Barker, and Steve the Snorgler, and Larry the Leg-Lover, and Ned the Napper, and Ted the Toilet-Drinker-Outer-Ofer ..."
Just six more days, Melissa F. the Sender-Inner ...
NOW THROUGH OCTOBER 31, Dogtopolis Jaycees present the 17th annual Dr. Fluffy's Cathouse of Horror! Enter — if you dare — and witness scenes so gruesome, you'll leave with your tail tucked between your legs!
SEE!!! The terrifying Terrier-Eating Toilet in ... THE BATHROOM OF BLOOD!!!
SEE!!! Hideous mutant experiments in ... FELIX'S LABORATORY OF NIGHTMARES!!!
And your tail will tremble with terror when you come face to face with ... SATAN HIMSELF!!!
The Dogtopolis Jaycees thank Chelsee I., Hans L., and Dan K. for their help with this year's production.
Step 1: Drill hole in ice.
Step 2: Cover hole lightly.
Step 3: Wait for fox to show up.
Kinda looks like a cigarette butt with legs, Donna B.
"Whoa there, Lassie! Why the big hurry?"
"What's that you say, girl? Timmy's fallen down a well? And he's broken both legs? And he's surrounded by poisonous snakes?! And he's sinking into quicksand?!? And he's down to three percent power on his iPod?!?!"
"I'm coming, Timmy!! I shall accomplish a daring and heroic rescue in my own particular idiom!"
Let's hope the idiom doesn't require any heavy lifting, Kira G.
Well, friends, I see by the calendar on the wall that another 'Tocktober is nearly behind us. And so, as we tuck our tired tushes in bed for another year, we bid you a fond butt-bye — from the bottom of our hearts.
'Til we meet again, Stephanie C.
Lions can melt snow by having an orgy!
Cows can communicate telepathically with their tongues!
Puppy breath can be used as a biological weapon!
And the most amazing science fact of all: Allison U. finds awesomely weird photos!!
Many exotic species—chameleon, zebra, Michael Jackson, just to name a few—depend on camouflage for survival. But few are as cunning as incognitus redonkulii, commonly known as the "Dessert Lizard." As patient as it is gifted, the Dessert Lizard has mastered the art of blending into the environment so completely that it can enjoy its diet of meringue without detection. In this photo, for example, the Dessert Lizard has cleverly assumed the shape of a fork.
I'll never look at flatware the same way again, Johanna S.
When hurricane Hannah separated two ultra-prosh white tigers from their mother, Anjana came to the ResQte. Anjana, a chimp at TIGERS in South Carolina, became surrogate mom and playmate to the cubs, even helping with bottle feeding, according to The Sun (and don't miss the slideshow). But here's the truly amazing part: Anjana does this all the time, having raised leopard and lion cubs.
Found via various sites. You young'uns may appreciate this explanation of the hovertext.
"Blimey, 'ere it is, another cold, gloomy 'Tocktober, and I'm frozen straight down to me flippin' giblets!"
"Still, it's not as bad as them cheeky blokes what sneaks up be'inds ya, snappin' pictures of yer bum, now didn't it?"
Snap-snap, grin-grin, quack-quack, nudge-nudge, say ne'more, Lauren K.
It was half past midnight when I rolled up to the seediest dive on the wharf. The ocean air send a prickly feeling up my back—the kind you get when danger lurks behind every door.
Inside, I grilled a barfly for information, but she just turned her back and gave me the cold shoulder. That dame was no lady—and it bugged me.
Suddenly, I heard a noise in the back room. I burst through the door just in time to put the bite on some yellow coward trying to escape.
For the next chapter in the thrilling adventures of Benson Hedges, Private Eye, visit sender-inner Heather's Flickr photoset!
Don't leave your Chewbacca Halloween costume laying on the floor! It'll get all wrinkled!
Won't happen again, Jennifer M.
"Ugghhhh, why did I let you buy me all of those Jäger shots, Freddy? Hey, where are you, anyway?"
"I'm behind you in the sink, man! And lemmie tell'ya, this sucker's HUGE!"
Make the room stop spinning, Amy R.!
In recent years, boxhab centers nationwide have seen an alarming 58.2 percent rise in cases of boxaholism, the uncontrollable urge to wedge oneself into crates, shoeboxes, picnic coolers, floor safes, suitcases, hope chests, Bundt pans, mailing tubes, lunch pails, and all manner of portable enclosed spaces. In extreme cases, boxaholics will instinctively assume box-like shapes when no container is available.
It's time for intervention, Kyllyssa.
For all your ooh-ing and aah-ing needs, shop Cute-Mart! We've got puppies by the pound, and kittens by the kaboodle! Sample our Hammies on Rye in our deli section, and take home some fresh-baked Disapproving Buns! This week's schpecial: Schnauzer, $2.99/lb.
Bleen-up on aisle four, Jennifer L.!
MEYRIN, Switzerland — More troubles befell the Large Hadron Collider, buried beneath the Swiss-French border, when a trio of puppies were sucked into the particle stream through an air intake and were accidentally fused. Although the puppies appear to be healthy, doctors caution that certain activities, such as fetch-the-stick, may become more complicated.
Can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs, Jenny J.
"Check me out -- I'm a duck! QUAAACK! Boy, I could really go for some stale bread right about now, because I'm a duck! Get it? In fact, I'm buying a round of stale bread for the house -- just put it on my bill!"
(crickets chirping)
"I said 'put it on my bill!' ... because I'm a duck!"
Um, we'll let you know, Natalie G.
It never fails: You bring home that stylin' new HGLÄGTH bookshelf from IKEA, save the packing material, organize all the pieces neatly, follow all the instructions to the letter -- and when it's all put together, you still have that one kitty left over. [Seinfeld voice] I mean, what is the deal with that?
Keep it, Shannon G., you might need it later.
"Why, for goodness sakes, it IS a waffle! And to think, when I sat down here, purely at random and for no particular reason, I had no idea that there would be a waffle nearby -- and yet, here is a waffle! How mysterious the mechanisms of Fate must seem to someone such as I, who likes a nice waffle on occasion, to find one's gaze suddenly and for no reason fixed upon ... but hark, I think there's someone at the door! I'll bet it's those nice Publisher's Clearinghouse people with a really big check!"
Riiiiiiiiiiight, Kyle C.
Well, the 2008 Olympics may be a memory, but the hopefuls for 2012 are already getting a head start in the rigorous training for this demanding and often time-consuming event:
And here's Diego El Kabonngg of Portugal, demonstrating the advanced eye-covering technique that swept him to the silver in 2000:
Ready or not, here we come, Paula E! (top photo)
Check this out: Orange kitty makes a valiant effort to dislodge grey kitty, complete with much batting, chomping and lunging, but then returns to almost the exact same starting position. For bonus fun, put this on an endless loop and watch it all night.
It's ... hypnotic ... Hannah ... N.
"You never listen to directions! Now we're going to be late, and we'll miss the good parking spaces, the kids'll be cranky, and it's all your fault — and you just let that duck cut us off!"
"MOM!! Timmy's swimming the wrong way again!"
Are we there yet, Cherie T.?
And now here's an exclusive behind-the-scenes look at Modern Otter magazine's annual swimsuit edition. This year, legendary Portuguese photographer Salão do Invernos leads his models and crew to the exotic beaches of Yorkeys Knob, Australia.
Here we get a rare glimpse of Salão's unusual "over the shoulder" shooting technique.
In a tense moment, creative differences erupt between the photographer and crew.
Later, Salão suffers another setback when he discovers he forgot to put batteries in the camera.
Thanks to oh-so-stylish sender-inner Ann M.
Hic!
You see, Osshifer, There was this dog, with a diamond collar, and he told me to hop in and we'd go cruising for poodles or something—I DON'T KNOW HOW I EVEN GOT HERE!
Hic. Sniff.
My Mom's gonna kill me.
Just send us the cleaning bill for those shoes, Montgomery G.
BEIJING -- In Guinea Pig men's doubles today, the Dutch team suffered a stunning setback when teammate Pyetr Van Dingledangledongle got the ball stuck in his mouth and was volleyed for over a minute before judges ended the match. Reached for comment later, Van Dingledangledongle said "Mrhhph ghlrrfph thr fhlprrgth, sthllrth ig blurrpth."
We LOVE heem, Camilla S.
Friends, is your drab, everyday calendar putting you to sleep? Does your Sudoku have the same effect as Sudafed? Have you learned 365 new words -- for "boring"? Then you need the mind-expanding power of the Cute Overload 2009 Desk Calendar, the only calendar scientifically engineered to safely stimulate the Cutanenal Lobe, that hard-to-reach area of your brain that makes you jump up and down and go "squeeeeeeeee!"
So order your Cute Overload 2009 Desk Calendar today, from Amazon.com, Borders.com or Calendars.com! Specially-trained pandas are standing by to ship your order!
You may need the extra-strength version for that one, Zoe P.
Get your nose a-sniffin / Head out on the highway / Lookin' for aromas / And whatever comes our way...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORN TOOOO BEEEE
WIIIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILD!!
(THUMP-tha-da-THUMP-tha-da-DUDDA-da-da-THUMP! THUMP-tha-da-THUMP-tha-da-DUDDA-da-da-THUMP!)
Totally awesome submish-osity from the aptly-named Joy H.
"Dude, check it out -- total hottie at three o'clock!"
"Where? Where? By the vending machines?"
"No, man! Quick, you're gonna miss her!"
"I still can't see any -- OW, STOP PUSHING MY HEAD!"
So, Karla A. -- you come here often?
Hidden in this seemingly ordinary photo are clues to help you solve ... (pause for dramatic effect) ... A MURRRR--DERRRRR! (dun, dun, DUUUUUUNNNNNN!) Study this scene carefully -- can you unravel the mystery?
NEED A HINT? Pay close attention to these clues:
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A magazine opened to a picture of Courtney Cox-Arquette! The victim must have been engrossed in an article about the lanky Friends co-star, allowing the killer to sneak up from behind! |
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A dead chicken clutching a billiard ball! Could this have been the murder weapon? |
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A custom-made fur-lined beer-can holder! (partially obscured by dog) Ah-HAH! Alcohol must have been involved! |
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A basket with a variety of Japanese honeymoon accessories! Well ... maybe we shouldn't talk about these. |
And the answer, says super-sleuth Dona R.: "The cat did it!"
"Aw, Dad, I don't wanna get out yet! You better leave me in here because ... ahmm ... I'm a mad dog! Yep, that's it, check out the foam! Growl! I'm completely off my rocker, better not get near me! Growl, growl!"
"No? Well, then ... uhmmm ... I'm SANTA CLAUS! Yeah, that's the ticket! See, with the hat? Ho, ho, ho, you'd better not take me out of this tub yet, or it's no presents for you, nuh huh ..."
They're such a handful at that age, Scott H.
See, this is why you need to be extra careful in the Internet Age: You're at a party, you're hitting the catnip a little hard, and so you pass out in the guest bedroom -- and that's when somebody whips out the cell-phone camera, and the next morning you're the newest star on HotWildOutOfControlAmateurKitties.com. Unless you're a boy cat, in which case everybody took turns writing on you with Sharpies first.
Oh, the shame of it, Ollie G.
OK, for this next trick, you need to get a remote-control device. TV, stereo, it doesn't really matter, as long as it has a really big button on it. Go ahead, we'll wait. (elevator music, dum dee dum...) Got it? Now, incredible as this may sound, your remote control will let you switch off these otters' brains all at once. Start the video, and get ready to push the really big button ... right ... about ...
(00:24) ... now. Was that cool or what?!
Wait, we're gonna do it again. On your mark ... get set ...
(00:36) ... click.
Wow, Philip K., that was totally (click) ...
... awesome.
Whaddya lookin' at? Huh? You lookin' at me? Well, I'm the only one here, so you gotta be lookin' at something. What, I look funny to you, like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to frickin' amuse you? Whaddya lookin' at? Hah? HAAAAAHH?! Yeah, that's right, you better keep walkin', ya goombah.
He's such a good fella, Judy K.
My friends, a sinister enemy walks among us -- perhaps in your very house. It comes from the distant reaches of another galaxy, yet takes the form of an innocent house cat, gaining our trust, then ... stealing our very thoughts while we sleep!! My friend, we cannot keep this a secret any longer. Can your heart stand the shocking facts of ... BRAIN ROBBERS FROM OUTER SPACE?!?
I want to believe, Jill H.
According to CNN, the hottest new spa treatment in the Washington, DC area is fish pedicures, where tiny, toothless carp nibble away all your dead skin, for the nom-nom-nominal fee of $35. According to customers, the treatment produces just a tingling sensation: "It kind of feels like your foot's asleep," says one. It's all happening at Yvonne Hair and Nails salon, where the elite meet to become a fishy treat.
You first, Angelina R.
Yah, Mrs. Lundegaard, dat's why yer sink's backin' up, don'cha know -- ya gotta big ol' clog o' cat hair down dere. An' it's still in da shape udda cat, and lemmie tell'ya, dat's da worst kinda clog dere is, you betcha...
So don'cha forget da sink-strainer next time, Leslie.
Congratulations, and thank you for purchasing the HyperPom™ Dental Care System. With proper care and feeding, your HyperPom will give you many years of tooth-cleaning service.
INSTRUCTIONS FOR USE
Found on Wag Reflex, the Amazon.com pet blog
"So I says to him, I says, it's no skin off my beak how he runs his business, but he oughta be more careful flashin' that money around or the Feds are liable to learn how he's been cookin' the books all these years, which will also come as a bit of a surprise to his wife, since it's how he's been paying off that stripper in Reno to keep her mouth shut ... say, we're kinda deep in the forest -- are you sure this is the way to the Greyhound station?"
You didn't see nuttin', Holly P.
To: Meg
From: NTMTOM
Re: Kitten Photos
Thank you so much for sharing the adorable photos of the kitten reclining in the baseball cap. I quite concur, they are among the most charming I've ever seen, and I shall endeavor to post them as soon as possible. But unfortunately, at the moment -- and I find this a trifle embarrassing to admit -- I seem to have the most damnable case of writer's block. Surely, I reason, there must be a pithy way to summarize this scene in my inimitable fashion -- "The Feline in the Headgear," perhaps, or "The Calico in the Cap" -- but alas, the harder I search for it, the more it eludes me.
But nonetheless, I am undaunted. Perseverance is my life's blood, and excelsior my motto. If it takes me all evening, I shall craft a missive possessing of that elusive spark of wit your readers have come to expect.
Thank you for playing Stump the Writer, Amy Lee B.
[How about "The Tom in the Toque?" - Ed.]
"Oh, sure -- he just wanted to show me his etchings, he said. It would only take a few minutes, he said. *sigh...* I was happy once; I had a career, I had my figure, I went to parties every night. And now look at me."
What can I say, Jill? We men are all alike.
"Exxxxxxxx-cellent! My hypno-mind-control ray is almost complete. The fools at the science academy, they all said that I was mad -- MAD, I tell you! But soon they ALL will bow down before me! MWAH-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaa!"
Might want to up the dosage a little, Tiffany G.
Who'll always smile and never frown?
It's Insanely Happy Dog!
Who turns those sad days upside-down?
It's Insanely Happy Dog!
Who's a friend to every boy, girl and cat,
And no, his face didn't get stuck like that,
He's just happy to see you, so come on, let's go,
It's the Insaaaaaane-leeeeee
Haaaaa-peeeee Doooooooooooog
SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!!!
The Insanely Happy Dog Show is a Tiffany G. Production.
While the common dog enthusiast may content himself to costume his cur in the guise of hackneyed pop-culture icons, retro-urban folk archetypes, or even perverse attempts at species confusion, the intellectual dog owner seeks to cloak Man's Best Friend not in the artificiality of cloth, but in the transcendence of Truth. It is for these enlightened few that The Cute Overload School of Philosophy Gift Shop is pleased to offer ...
The Immanuel Kant Doggie Dress-Up Kit!
Each kit includes a deluxe leather-bound edition of Kant's Critique of Pure Reason translated into Dog, a set of Categories of the Understanding flash cards, and an easy-to-learn guide to teaching your dog pensive philosophical poses.
To order, contact Ian O.
"Oh ... mah ... gawd! She's not actually wearing that in public, is she?"
"Ugh. They need to pass a law: After your second child, no more Spandex."
"And those zebra stripes are so not working with the feather boa and the alligator bag."
"She either raided Kelly Osborne's closet ... or the local zoo. Hee, hee, hee!"
Meee-yow, Arlo R.
"So I'm making my usual rounds of the Dumpsters out back of Denny's, when I see this sign that says 'tryouts for Lucha Libre'." And right away I'm thinking, "Free milk?! Well, sign me up!
"Turns out my high-school Spanish was a little rusty, because now I'm bouncing all over frickin' Mexico in a tour bus with no A/C, my stupid mask itches and these tights keep riding up, and five nights a week, some sweaty gorilla who calls himself El Máximo gets to twist me into balloon animals.
"But the chicks dig the cape. So there's that."
¡Ay, caramba, Lauren M!
Suddenly, the jungle grew still. The birds in the treetop canopy above us ceased their endless chattering and worriedly began to scan the distant horizon. "It's no use," I sighed, exhausted. "The surface is too smooth in every direction! There's nothing to grab hold of!" It was then that Julietta began to thrash about in panic. "Don't struggle, Miss Greenaway!" shouted Professor Dawkins. "It will only cause the frosting to drag you down faster!"
But it was only the sudden rumbling of the ground that made her stop. We felt it again, then again -- a dull vibration coursing through the forest floor, clearer and closer with every step. The birds scattered into the skies in terror and the monkeys disappeared chattering into the trees. There was a rustling behind me and then we saw it -- the creature known by the natives as besta distorcido da selva: Fuzzy Beast of the Jungle.
Julietta screamed and struggled anew. "NO!" yelled Dawkins, but it was too late -- the monster had noticed us. It lowered its massive head, and it was then that I saw them: The whiskers. They were our only hope now. "Grab onto my shoulders!" I told the others. "We've got one ... last ... chance."
Will our heroes survive? View the entire thrilling episode at Picasa!
The suspense is killing us, Laurie R!
Meet Tai and Pip, twin red pandas at the Edmonton Valley Zoo in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. As a safety precaution, we're only going to show you their heads, because the rest of them have been deemed by the C.O. Public Safety Advisory Committee to be too cute for safe public consumption.
If we were to show you their soft, fuzzy, oh-so-snorglable bellies, or the delicate downy fur on their bushy, bushy tails, your brains would melt into a pool of butterscotch pudding and ooze out your ears, which would really put a crimp in your plans for the weekend. Also, brain is notoriously hard to clean out of clothing, especially synthetics. We're only thinking of you, people.
Just send us the dry cleaning bill, Nicole M.
"Ralph? Ralph, you awake?"
"Cut it out, you'll wake up the counselor!"
"Hey, you wanna know why I wasn't in wood shop today? You wanna know, huh? Do ya? Huh?"
"Lemmie alone, Shermy, I'm sleeping."
"It's because I totally scored with Sue-Ann Glupenpooter, that's why."
"You lie, Shermy."
"Am not! We went out behind the boat house, and she let me get to third base!"
"Oh, for your information, Shermy, Bruce from cabin 12 told me that he overheard Becky and Janelle talking about how Weird Linda told them that Sue-Ann thinks you're a total loser spaz butthead. So shut up and go to sleep."
(pause)
"All right -- second base."
"Good night, Shermy."
Yeah, we're not buying it either, Philip K.
... and that's just what they'll do / One of these days these boots are gonna whap you on the nose (whap whap whap whap whap!) and then tear through the living room (neeeeeaarrrrggghhhhhhmmmmm!!) and then climb up the drapes (wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!) and then knock the planter off the kitchen counter (crash! whoopsie!) and then totally declare war on your tail (yaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrr!) and then whap you on the nose some more (whap-ity whap!) and then fall asleep (honk-shuuuuuuuuu!).
Cowgirl UP, Judy O!
The crowd falls still as I enter the ring. At the far end stands my feared and respected enemy: Il Matadeer.
He unfurls his cape before him. I lower my head. It is our signal to begin. Soon, like my father, and his father before him, we will be locked in a dance of death, a timeless struggle from which only one may ... may ... whuh-HUH?! HEEEEYYYYY!!
"Wake up, honey. You were having the bullfight dream again."
"I was not!"
"You do realize that we're deer, don't you?"
"I WASN'T HAVING IT, HONEST!"
"It's all right, sweetie. I'm going to the kitchen -- would you like a salt lick?"
(sigh...) "Thanks, Mom."
Dream big, Angela B.
