Fennec Fox Is Forever Chasing Bubbles
Kelly Conaboy · 12/08/14 03:30PMWhat's that? What's this? Sweet bubbles to be caught with your little mouth!
What's that? What's this? Sweet bubbles to be caught with your little mouth!
You know the feeling: Sure, it's been a fun night out, but you have to work in six hours and you're fading fast. Then suddenly—like a kind of magic—Your Jam comes on and instantly you're back howling with the best of them.
The ferret's grand ambition was this: to escape his exile on the table and fly free across the great chasm, to the far-off ironing board. His owners ruled everything he could see, but surely they could not rule the sky.
Pug, we've been over this: yes, you're slightly more aerodynamic when you crouch like that, and yes, that weird thing you're doing with your tongue does sound a lot like an idling V-twin engine, and no, I don't understand the pink rag on your head, but I'll admit that it's cute as hell. Still, none of that makes you a motorcycle. You're a dog, damnit. A dog.
On Sunday morning, one of New York's carriage horses escaped from its reins and went for a leisurely stroll up Eleventh Avenue. Look at the horse, gaily trotting along, and you'd hardly know the police were in hot pursuit.
Jackson Ault pulled over to the side of the road to help a woman whose car had broken down in Santa Fe recently. When he popped the hood, he found a goddamn 7-foot, 20-pound python inside.