Huffy Puff

When I wish to sulk or otherwise express my objections to a particular state of affairs, this is the stance I unfailingly adopt. By placing (in sooth, loudly flopping) myself bang in the middle of any possible trajectory it is impossible for my dissatisfaction to be ignored. On rare occasions and quite to my amusement, I believe this posture has the delightful effect of giving the impression I have, as they say, bought the farm: this causes a great commotion and more to the point even more attenti0n is drawn to the fact that I am displeased. On the other hand, if I am roundly ignored I will begin to assume grander and far more sensational variations in an attempt to secure whatever thing or outcome I desire, like so:


It has been said that this demonstration of sentiment is the analog to a two-year-old's tantrum, but I should think it perfectly obvious that such a comparison is a grievous injustice by anthropomorphism.

Virescence

I spend much time out of doors now, enjoying the (long-overdue, in My Opinion) change in the elements and thus the panorama. I had begun to forget what alternative colors might exist in nature apart from white, gray and brown. It makes one rather intoxicated with delight to finally experience this change to something far more sensible in the way of weather -- perhaps this inebriation is one rationale humans employ to justify living in such an entirely abusive climate.