jaberwaky....deffinitly the jaberwaky....or maybe the frumious bandersnatch.....it's a toss up...i mean...the jaws that catch...and claws that snatch....gooood stuff

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Definitely HORSE
and i love bulls just for that peoples killing them for fun

~Dr. Gutstein~

If I had been raised by wolves I would know what it feels like to be loved unconditionally. I would know what it feels like to be respected and supprted. They would have taught me to honor my boundaries and to respect those of others. They would have taught me to be generous with my love and affection, and to choose my mate with care and honor the union for life. They would have taught me that it is never permissible to mate with a family member. They would have taught me what support and community are all about. The elderly, the aunts, and the uncles are welcome as members of the pack...they are helpers and look after the cubs while parents are hunting or resting. They bathe, feed, and care for the young like they were their own. The wolves would have taught me to be myself, but also to be able to play, eat, sleep, travel, and move with others. They would have taught me not to get more than I needed. They would have taught me to kill only when I was hungry, and not to kill for fun or sport. Being responsible for my actions would have been a lesson that I would have learned from the wolves. If I stepped out of line one of the leaders or my parents would have reprimanded me, but they would never have shamed me. The wolves use a good and necesary kind of discipline called "tough love". Wolves grieve when they loose a mate, a loved one, a family member, or a pack mate. They allow themselves to howl or cry. They would have taught me that it is an essential part of living to experience the grieving and would never have tried to stop me until I was finished. The skills that these supposed "wild animals" receive are sometimes more than our children are taught. It is sad to think that we, as a human race, don't always give our offspring the capacity for loving and respecting themselves, as well as others, that our Brother Wolf has the forethought to do

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