I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.  They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth. So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession. I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?  Walt Whitman

  I brought Billy home after I promised my dying aunt I would take care of her pet rabbit, now I wish I had talked to his parole officer first.   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbQUo_hAbSo     When Billy saw what he had done...  

THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS Verses by H. BELLOC Pictures by B. T. B. DUCKWORTH, 3 Henrietta Street, Covent Garden Child! do not throw this book about; Refrain from the unholy pleasure Of cutting all the pictures out! Preserve it as your chiefest treasure. Child, have you never heard it said That you are heir to all the ages? Why, then, your hands were never made To tear these beautiful thick pages! Your little hands were made to take The better things and leave the worse ones. They also may be used to shake The Massive Paws of Elder Persons. And when your prayers complete the day, Darling, your little tiny hands Were also made, I think, to pray For men that lose their fairylands. Made and Printed in Great Britain by The Camelot Press Limited, London and Southampton DEDICATION To Master EVELYN BELL Of Oxford Evelyn Bell, I love you well. INTRODUCTION I call you bad, my little child, Upon the title p...