Dandelions -- the perfect peace offering between ants and lions. I know, cause I'm a past supplier. And bubbles are the only way to keep the air humble. I know cause I can always hear it grumble in the canopy, where this monkey mind maintains its sanity. I know cause it runs in the family. And if you have to ask that patch of gra**, it'll just laugh, nod, turn its back and grant you amnesty
The forest is abuzz with wings and guts, what you spectator outsiders probably call bugs. They're rocking poker faces, creative and impossibly patient. Most softer than the armor that they're cased in. And faced with two options, always take the one closest to the sun -- it's better to burn than rust. And if that old tree gets stuck up in a rut, he knows he's always got his old birds there to back him up. So what?
I got a doggone case of multiplicity system. Get gone, lest you get swirled up in the goddamn system. And the pissed fox meets the all-day hokey chipper okey-dokey donkey. Nice guys finish last unless the nice guy's good at talking. Rules of the animal kingdom expressly bar schlubs. The (1) you really want to remember is don't pick silly tiffs with big stuff. (2) is never eat what you have never seen eaten, and (3) is bite the hand that feeds if you do not like getting picked up
Rhinos don't know science but they're born with mystic alchemy. They don't need a phrase to know to not piss toward a swelling breeze. They can raise their progeny, never read a book, and turn and send that kid to god knows what and never take a second look. Try that on for size a sec -- that's tougher than it seems. Maybe that's why babies suffocate from over-feeding teats. I hope you don't retreat in the face of a thirsty logging truck. The turtle saw the motorboat and shrugged, like, so what?