so, MK and i are lying in a fine state of Tranquilo on the pier at camp tesomas, before pre-riding the WORS race. we are watching a loon. it floats, takes a big ass breath, and disappears under the water for a minute or so, travelling 30 yards before popping back up to the surface. it does not appear to have caught any fish to eat, so it does it again, and again, etc. presumably, this is the loon's life. it seemed like a rather poor life, or perhaps a very sad Cosmic Joke on the poor loon - here he is, full of feathers, no fins, no gills, no hands to grasp with or anything and he has to try and eek out a life for himself from what he can out-swim on the bottom of a goddam lake . . . . how is bird supposed to outswim a fish, anyway . . . WTF ?? it would be like trying to catch fish while tarred&feathered with yer hands tied behind yer back.
if i were a loon, i would have to ask:
"tell me God, why exactly couldn't you have Created me in such a way that i could just eat fooking pinecones - like the ones i see sitting plain as day by the zillion on the ( dry ) shoreline over there ??"
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Perhaps there would be some fish left if the fockin' boy scouts hadn't fished that place clean.
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