Choosing a favorite animal feels impossible, for each offers something unique—comfort, wonder, or quiet strength. Some are steady and familiar, others wild and free, while some sustain us in silence. Each has its place, not to be ranked but cherished for the role it plays, whether to comfort, inspire, or support.
Flibbertigibbet squealed loud Gibbetiflib,Please Lollygag down Gaglolly,You Nincompoop, you Poopnincom!Poppycock shouted Cockypop,Canoodling behind Doodlecan,Malarkey in the Larkeymall!Always Bamboozle Boozlebam,What's the Brouhaha, Hahabrou,Do Flummox my Moxflum!Gobbledygook retorted Gookygob.
You know, it's a funny thing, this whole "birds aren't real" idea. I mean, if they're not real, what exactly is that chirping in the morning, right outside my window? It's like a proper mystery, that is.And when you see one of those little fellas darting past you in the park, you can't help but … Continue reading Birds: Real or Not?
A Fool's Handbook 