There is something whimsical in the way in which humans percieve animals.
There is an instant instinct [an instanct] to anthropomorphise every creature.
From researching cartoons, this involves:
1) All animals must use hind legs for balance and all other limbs as arms. (Unexplainable exception: Elephants.)
2) All animals must wear some form of clothing. Pants are usually not necessary. The bounds of a logical mind cannot accept jeans that fit a duck. (Again, elephants not included in this rule)
3) All animals must have some incredible superpower that is perfectly acceptable because they are animals. (Pretty sure elephants would flaunt this rule as if it were a bag of peanuts poking precociously from an unwary jacket pocket). But importantly, is completely made up.
Chameleons don't change colour to blend in with their surroundings.
That is quite disappointing news.
Ostriches have never stuck their heads in sand to avoid danger.
Never.
Not even one ostrich has done it once.
Opossums don't hang off branches using their tails.
To summarise, animals are far less interesting than anyone wants to believe.
To put this summary another way, people make animals far more entertaining than they actually are.
Apart from Barbar. That elephant conforms to my hyptothesises in ways that make me feel uncomfortable. That is a weird green suit, Mr. Barbar.
Also, on an unrelated note, taking light-shades off every bulb in a room makes you feel naked. Through some strange visual perception transpatial over-identification, I believe.
Finally, on a positive note, touching a baby bird won't cover it in some strange cursed human scent that forces it to be rejected by its mother.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
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