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I would be a red-tailed hawk. I've always found them to be beautiful creatures, and I think flying would be a wonderful way to escape my parents telling me what to do with the rest of my life...
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I'd be a mongoose. Fat, furry, ferociously fecund, and living it large after slaying those evil cobra's hiding in the family's john.
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I'd like to be a sea otter (didn't really think there'd be so many of us, heck maybe the others were thinking river otter, though I doubt it). But I'd probably be a beaver. I already build dams.
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may have killed the cat; more likely the cat was just unlucky, or else curious to see what death was like, having no cause to go on licking paws, or fathering litter on litter of kittens, predictably.
Nevertheless, to be curious is dangerous enough. To distrust what is always said, what seems, to ask old questions, interfere in dreams, leave home, smell rats, have hunches do not endear cats to those doggy circles where well-smelt baskets, suitable wives, good lunches are the order of things, and where prevails much wagging of incurious heads and tails.
Face it. Curiosity will not cause us to die -- only lack of it will. Never to want to see the other side of the hill or that improbable country where living is an idyll (although a probable hell) would kill us all. Only the curious have, if they live, a tale worth telling at all.
Dogs say cats love too much, are irresponsible, are changeable, marry too many wives, desert their children, chill all dinner tables with tales of their nine lives. Well, they are lucky. Let them be nine-lived and contradictory, curious enough to change, prepared to pay the cat price, which is to die and die again and again, each time with no less pain. A cat minority of one is all that can be counted on to tell the truth. And what cats have to tell on each return from hell is this that dying is what the living do. that dying is what the loving do and that dead dogs are those who do not know that dying is what, to live, each has to do. -Alastair Reid
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If we can pick fictional things, then i'll be a gelatinous blob that can change its Dna and apperance to that of anything. HA, now i'm everything.
I wonder if all this furrie disscusions will affect the next hatrack get-together...
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I think it would be cool to be a lion, but knowing my luck, I’d be one of those rogue bachelor lions that can’t beat out the alpha male to get any of the females and has to wander the savanna alone.
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I've always wanted to be a human/monkey hybrid. That way I could do a ton of martial art moves without hours and hours of falling on my butt. I could be like a real life Neo Posts: 20 | Registered: Mar 2004
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ak, I have a copy of that above my desk. Took me years to find it again, but I never forgot it. Is there a better poem ever?
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Godd***. I was in the matchmaker thread and I accidentally pushed Next instead of the last page.
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I naturally nocturnal, I'm attracted to lights and shiny, glittery things and I like to fly at people who have a phobia of me and get entangled in their hair.
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Yeah, CalvinMaker is my little brother. His new lack of singleness is nothing to do with me.
But of course if I were an animal, I'd be the animal I am, a dragon. Ancient, deadly, and full of venom, as Slashy once said.
Yeah, that is a great poem, CT. I especially love "chill all dinnertables with tales of their nine lives" and "suitable wives" and "much wagging of incurious heads and tails".
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My playful nature suggests that sea otter would be a natural choice. I've also considered the benefits of being a ferret, curiousity and a will to explore.
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Here's a related question: this seems to be what animal would you want to be. Now, based on your personality, what kind do you think you'd end up being?
Inn my angy-at-myself moments, I'd say a poisonous snake. Otherwise, probably some sort of spaniel.
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What animal I think I would in fact be, as opposed to wishing? One of those breeds of overly agreeable dog. Like a cocker spaniel.
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I'm thinking a thoroughbred stallion. What a great life. The pampered childhood. The moments of glory on the racetrack (winning the triple crown, naturally enough).
But the best part would be the retirement. Oh, yeah.
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I'd be a monkey. Leaping from tree to tree as they float down the rivers of british columbia, with my girl by my side... or perhaps I've always wanted to be a lumberjack. I don't know
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