Too-day, we hear at Pink Otter Party is herring from our long-lost, Tiberius.
Tiberius, if you please, is a hippo. And, a rather large one at that!
Tiberius: simple yet, complex sole, happy to walking round his neighbor, see flower and dog, and to making friend with toilet.
And yet...and yet...........................
Ennui and despair pervading him, as that is his nature.
Ennui and despair pervading him, as that is his nature.
If only life as just a wonderful cupcake, to be eating again and again!!
A lass, tiz also the toad in the hole, the rain in the bow and the cat litterings that must be empties.
O, the mundanity!
Tiberius wish for his life uncucumbered with such trifle. A-live of poetry, sunshine, clean underwear and endless cupcake...O, guard-hen of delight!!!
Giddyup, Tiberius!!!...Pink Otter's Party loving you! We loving you so much, we dream you as feather or balloon, flouting on the zen cloud of happiest, spouting your Rumi-esque all ohh-va in the world, even into the twinkiest, most twinkling star!!!
Deer reeder! As you walkabout on this maze call life, do you thinking to yourself, why so hard to be human bean??
Think, on the other hand, of also how hard to be hippo, too.
