There are some disturbing animal trends breaching the horizon. The future looks bleaker than ever. I was holding out for a mutated lizard. Maybe an interdimensional portal that ripped the fabric of reality apart. Or, at the very least, Mothra. I never knew that the end would come from…Sheep! Nasty, ugly, bleating, smelly, genetically altered sheep. Oh, I rue the day I ever picked up a pair of shears. Admittedly, the last I did that was almost ten years ago, and from what I know about sheep brains and their capacity for long-term memory, I should be safe. But wait! Genetically altered. That probably includes an increase in mental awareness, perhaps even a hive mind so all wrongs done to them shall be avenged. I am doomed.
On a positive note, squirrels are now proving themselves to be productive members of society, as well as the teachers of the basic tenants of common courtesy.
Maybe not all is lost. Yes, I am getting some writing done today. Why do you ask?
I see that smile.
I have boats and sea life on my horizon. It sounds safer, but I am suffering with seasickness just writing it:)
Sad to admit, but I’m susceptible to seasickness as well…though I do enjoy skimming over the waves and deep sea fishing. I just have to make sure I don’t eat anything about 24-hours before any ocean jaunt. Haven’t done that since Florida, though, and I’m glad to say that the canals of Venice aren’t enough to induce the green gills syndrome. I’m sure the gondoliers were happy about that as well.