That’s another thing: everybody in the Neath is out to get the poor weasels.
I get the cats and the tigers, but plants and cabaret performers are a stretch. I am not too much of a zoophile, but the way things are going I am considering setting up a vigilante group that just whacks weasel-eaters in the head with large umbrellas.
Just in case you weren’t getting enough absurdity out of the whole thing.
edited by Jolanda Swan on 7/30/2018