La-dee-da....

I actually feel the opposite of "la-dee-da", but since our deep feelings affect our expression, i'm trying to use a bit of reverse logic: perhaps by acting cheerful, i can also manage to feel more that way.

First there is a cheetah prowling around. These mammals are known for the high speeds they can achieve in short sprints, but this one specimen seems less easily tired. Plus, as cheetahs do, it marks its territory by spraying piss all over the place. Gotta get water-proof boots, an umbrella... and a cattle-prod wouldn't be a bad idea, either.

The cockatoo can't quit cawing, it's throat NOT obstructed like the Danish queen's, by a potato, but hurting nevertheless, obviously (not only its throat, but its whole cockatoo-ness). Colors all bright, hard to look at and listen to. Can't help it. Its pain becomes contagious.

The lion lies low in the bush, paralyzed by fear, cheetah-piss dripping on it. The rest of the fauna take bites off each other. A giraffe nips me in the rump -- jokingly, it says. Still: auch! Sometimes i forget it only appears herbivorous. It takes some tough teeth to try to chew on my ass, though. I hope it learned its lesson, but i doubt it.

The jungle is dry, untended. The rainy season's far and away. Hippo A justifiedly complains about the lack of water, Hippo B tries to deny it, but instead its parched skin cracks, making it all more obvious. I think to myself: "H2O!" (He's 2 Obtuse!).

Then i come across a baboon who announces the end of the world. It's a tragic occasion, as it used to be a very optimistic baboon, but in just 30 years it's turned into a regular Chicken Little. Mood-swings aside, cherry-red buttocks and all, it has amassed, unlike that other silly bird, a great pile of credibility. Now some other animals will attempt to scurry away with chunks of it; Personally i hope they manage (credibility ends better than the world), but if not, maybe the grubs i didn't have are good that way. Not that that'd help the ones i do have.

On the brighter side, the baboon's claim allows me to put our jungle jangle in perspective. Plus i remember the concern in the eyes of the gazelle on hearing the cockatoo: shiny depths, like beetle wing cases, not looking away.

Anyway, gotta get to bed. I have rolled too many dung-balls today.