When I was five, my brother took me to visit a neighbor's pet monkey.
I was kind enough to use my candy money to buy the monkey an egg-roll, but
the monkey cruelly mauled my poor finger to a bloody popsicle.
My older brother took me to the doctor's with his candy money afterwards, hoping I wouldn't tell mom on him. Well, he thought wrong.
And I thought they'd shot the last Thylacine - it's great to know your still about and creating work of blossoming passions and burning petals of fire in the night sky.
