“Well, I see the Roberson’s lawn still isn’t mowed. Why that lazy son of theirs can’t turn off that rock and roll long enough to cut it, I’ll never know. And the Spencer’s house next door is even worse, with those tacky plastic flamingos…”

“Well, I see the Roberson’s lawn still isn’t mowed. Why that lazy son of theirs can’t turn off that rock and roll long enough to cut it, I’ll never know. And the Spencer’s house next door is even worse, with those tacky plastic flamingos…”
In the savage wilderness, small animals often adapt to mimic larger, more threatening creatures. Among these is the western wattlewoof (howlus disapprovus) While sounding a warning to others in his group, he also presents the image of a stern disapproving grandfather, causing would-be attackers to question their life choices.
I smellied da fishie… I lookeed da fishie… But on further consideration of all the available facts in the matter, it appears that I shall not touchie da fishie.