Panther: That clath of animalths that can crawl up your panth.
Got several kinds of animals following me around. Maybe I'll call it a parade. Might start a zoo. Most of them are flies. Don't know yet how much I might charge for admission.
I ate a small animal, a former friend, bringing its life to an end and its utility to a new degree until tomorrow, when I set it free again.
We had a good rain yesterday. We needed some. My neighbor, Ed, got a chance to try out his new ark. It went pretty well considering that it was his first time at the helm, and it's so big and all, and hard to find a parking place for, but he still got a ticket when the current caught him and swept the whole thing through that strip mall. Scared all the cattle and most of the other animals, but at least they were out in the fresh air for a change. I can't wait until it all happens again.
Yeah — Headaches and Diarrhea — my two best friends these days. They go with me everywhere, even to the zoo. The animals are amused
I am the Lonesome Cowboy, endlessly traveling alone, without a friend, even a pet, since I'm allergic to animals. All of them, except my accountant and tax adviser, Squeaky. Squeaky the Hamster, whom I carry in my vest pocket, so I always have professional advice close at hand. And can keep an eye on things. Never trust a hamster. Never trust anyone.
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