And who kisses me?
Man glaubt es kaum: Die Sonne scheint! Der Himmel ist blau, der Planet lacht und ich drehe mich auf den Rücken und lasse mir den Bauch wärmen. So weit ist das Leben schön.
Ansonsten aber - können Sie mir mal verraten, warum meine Menschen immer anderweitig beschäftigt sind? Take, for example, Jana. Instead of Martin and me to cook venison, or at least to stand in front of my pen and tell me that I am the most beautiful of all the lions, it is the last day, only sharpened by me breathless. Sure, Jana makes chased with style and grace, but why do they constantly are any interviews - I have to understand that? It has the effect that Martin is too busy. For one, he must take care of its offspring and the other, it must radiate more proud when his beautiful wife is interviewed.
Anyway. I think the press might be interested in me sometimes. Why not come over here and someone asks me what I think of the World Cup (between you and me: Gar nix keeps people only depend on to go to the circus and me to see And I do not understand because I am still interesting in any case have to be so a few people. to run after a ball)? Why never want anyone to know what are my favorite animals that I eat most and how I make my free time? People are so ignorant!
They also have the wrong priorities. Take for example the last few days: We were finally back around to a place with lots of green bells and everyone was very excited because they have even got permission to Raine and margins to mow around the square and fresh sawn apprehended. The whole "coachmen" (no, our horses do not go before coaches who implement but if we do, they are known, "drove." And the people who do that, we call the "carriage horse") streamed out with wheelbarrows, scythes, rakes, to pick up the horses fresh grass.
course, I also have got fresh sawn. So it's not that they would ignore me. Since Martin is already before. But do you think I could persuade him to leave under the "Feeds on your animals as in nature" program, one or the other little bunnies hopping through my pen or chicken? It is typical: on one side he tells me constantly, that I become rich (what ever is not true, it is just that I have just a solid bone structure) and I should move more, but on the other hand, he expected of me that I have any boring balls back and herschubse or all day by him in the wrong place attached leaves cut (he never learns where I want to have it in exactly) through the enclosure tug. That would be much funnier if he gave me even a rabbit or a chicken would be left to hunt - he does not seem to understand.
Well, I must content myself with just my view. But that has at least something! When the sun comes out, that crawl and visitors back from their sockets and I have to look a lot: Cute, funny women in colorful summer dresses, men in shorts (let's be honest: lion legs are pretty, right?), children in sandals - but I like to watch. And if you are in the vicinity: Take it out and tell me what! I always like to hear when you talk to me.
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