<- What Walrus wheeps
 Part III

One time the Aardvark brought a Ginger-Biscuit to the beach. "That biscuit bake the two-leg-walkers with the honey of the bees."

"What", asked the Walrus totally astonished, "the Seagull bakes biscuits?"

"Lovely, little, stupid Walrus" the Aardverk consolated his Walrus-Friend, "the Seagull is no two-leg-walker, the Seagull is a bird. Two leg-walkers are animals only with a little bit fur between their legs and on their head."

"Hairs between the legs?" the Walrus could not believe, "between the legs only? For what?"

"Don't know" confessed the Aardverk like usually and said: "Look what I found in the trash deep down in the forest. I have brought a piece for you. The two-leg-animals call this Ginger-Biscuit."

"The Seagull bakes biscuits?"
The Walrus gets a piece Ginger-Biscuit from the Aardvark. This piece the Walrus does not swallow. This piece Ginger-Biscuit melts slowly in about one hour or more on the Walrus tongue. The Walrus closes one eye. During this time the Walrus feels the sky deeper inside. The Walrus imagines its blubberfat flying with the Seagull together in dancing delight all through the sky. Deep blue sky. Up in the stars. And away.

The Aardverk comes cuddly and continues her clandestine confessions "Your salt from your blubberfat bacon is like Ginger-Biscuit for us fur-animals."

The Walrus brain big like a Walnut pondered about this statement about three weeks or two and suddenly feels: These fur-skin animals love and need and adore its blubberfaty bacon as much as Walrus is longing for the skin-fur animals. Walrus is very proud!


Walrus will meet them again.

 And once, when a Walrus-Walnut-Brain is convinced from a Walrus-Truth, what happens? All these millions-billions of blubberfaty cells inside are convinced too. Than the Walrus broasted proudly and fills his longues with tons of air. And tries to appear as beautiful, when the Cat has licked her silky fur and presents herself to the sun and all her admirers. Than the Walrus grunts: "That for sure! Hic!"                                   

When the Cow and the Cat are not dead, Walrus will meet them again. And when the Cat and the Cow want salt, they will come to lick and suck from all this blubberyfat bacon with delight. Animal delight. Two-legs-walkers only get aware of these joys, when they come down on all their four legs. Doggy style. NEXT!