For beings who are lucky enough to be born with soft, aerodynamic feathers and a naturally royal demeanor, the jungle will always be “home.”
There is nothing like surveying your turf from up high in the jungle canopy, seeing everything while still remaining unseen yourself.
In fact, just how the “lion” – that round downy snoozing butterball – ever ended up with the title of “king of the jungle” is an error you are determined to correct.
The so-called “king of the jungle” prepares for another restful nap. -image courtesy of Wikipedia.Here I am, high up in my jungle canopy.I can see everything, but I blend in perfectly so no one can see me.My naturally royal demeanor is proof enough that the title of “king of the jungle” belongs to me.I will just wait here for the crown to arrive.Hi, Mom. Waffles? Well, sure, the Small Tree can borrow part of my jungle to make some waffles – after all, that is a dish fit for a king.
Animal sensitive and intuitive with Animal Love Languages. Parrot, tortoise and box turtle mama. Dachshund auntie. Freelance writer and author. www.animallovelanguages.com
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2 thoughts on “Day 279: King of the Jungle”
Yes, Pearl you are the King of the Kitchen Jungle! You have a very royal and stately presence and notice how your willing slaves give in to your every whim and pleasure.
Yes, Pearl you are the King of the Kitchen Jungle! You have a very royal and stately presence and notice how your willing slaves give in to your every whim and pleasure.
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You said it, Jeanne – whatever the bird wants, the bird gets! 🙂
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