Day 34: Wild children who don't want to leave the care of their animal-parents and how does that affect my search for friends?

Well, as I woke up this morning and looked out at the snow on the ground that is all over the land of the town in which I live, and I remembered how Aswin and Rolandog and Dreamwalker and Alejo and Rob the Webkahunah and Javafoofoo and probably even more all seem to live in areas that do not receive that much of "the white stuff", as I tend to receive, which is rather quite an odd little fact, and then suddenly the snow reminded me of a baby polar bear, because it was a similar color to that of a polar bear, even though they say that a polar bear's skin or their hair at birth is black and later changes to that effect.

And I got to thinking about a thought such as this: do animals have a more fun time living in this earth than people do, and if they do, how can we tell that? And I thought, maybe some animals are more friendly because they travel in packs and protect each other, like wolves or dolphins or elephants, but then again, they also tend to kill each other, as well, just like some of we humans tend to do from time to time.

Then I turned to the web for my answer and happened upon just a fascinating little thing about what is known as "feral" children which are children that grow up in the love and care and feeding of animals, and the "how can we tell if they have a better time than humans" question was quite seeming to have found its answer. For as I looked at this site, I came to draw the conclusion that it appears the human children like living with the animals, and when human people steal the children from living with animals, the children either end up in a home for people who are not well, or they try to escape and also I noticed how they all liked to eat meat raw with their hands, but perhaps not smile quite so much.

And so maybe animals are quite the treat to have as friends after all, and perhaps I ought to take my bird a lot more seriously than I do, and maybe I shall draw him a picture of a feral child, and also give him some raw meat that he can eat with his wings if he wants to, as feral children tend to do, and then maybe I'll even give my new best earth friend some raw meat and she would probably say "Oh, yes, thank you, that is good" because that is what she seems to like to say, even though it appeared to be a hoax that a child was raised by a pouched animal called a "kangaroo."

Love,

Orchard