I’m wondering if the denizens of the JC zoo will this day be inclined to be uncouthly erotic, or funny imparting sudden luffs, or boring with gunwales awash, or surreptitiously cogitating, or suppressing frank qualms in deference to not inobvious pertubations.
Some of the hyenas have nothing to say to me nor I to them – “on the whole” – if you will permit a metaphor savouring slightly of the demotic. Other pensive companions will discuss the possibility of rain, or remark upon the interesting fauna. One may impart that yesterday one did purchase two bags of lukewarm peanuts.
You just never know.
(twinkle)