The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth. Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
Baby
raccoon needs to climb, but he isn't born knowing how. Mama raccoon
will teach him, though. She lifts him up by her forepaws, encouraging
him to grasp the bark of the tree. It's working!
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