Who would think that someone such as myself, who closes every conversation with a reference to fire, would not be awesome at fire studies? Who indeed.
On the other hand, I confused an owl by trying to hoot like it, and it tracked me for two trees before deciding I was not interesting. As it was drawing dusk, a couple of jays gave me stern looks before winging home for the night. Your ilk is not very accepting of change, Cuervito. PS. does that have something to do with the tequila?
And someone planted the western azalea outside our office, so I keep sneaking out to sniff at it. If I said it smelled like honey and water and skunk, you wouldn't be inclined to seek it out, but it is a glory of scent. Also it is pretty.
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