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The new baby elephant that was born at our zoo last Friday died the day before yesterday. It was an accident- he fell into the pool and the other elephants pushed him into the deep end by accident. After getting water in his lungs, he died a few hours later.

This was obviously an accident- so of course PETA gets its panties in a twist about it.

Sorry. I really can't stand PETA. Don't get me wrong; I'm all for animal rights and am totally against animal violence or mistreatment. But come on. "We want an investigation into this!" cries PETA. "Yeeeeeah, whatever, chill," replies the zoo. "We totally signed up for one before you said a damn word. Bitches."

Gah. The baby elephant was just the cutest thing on the whole planet, so we're all kind of upset that he died. Verily, it doth sucketh. Whatever else I dislike about CNY, I dig the elephants. We've got a really good zoo with a world-famous breeding program here. Because James and Nana were up yesterday, we were supposed to go see him, but... well, my sympathies to everyone at the zoo.

Meanwhile, back at the farm...

James, Nana, Mom, and Kelsey have flown away to New Jersey until next Sunday. It's not good, it's not bad- the only downside is that I'm going to have to cook dinner every day, which kind of blows. However, the positive responses to the "can-I-have-the-car" question stand to go up exponentially.

This means that maybe, just maybe, Quinn will stop making Sad Panda noises at me.

Except he won't, because I have to work on Monday instead of hanging out with him like we planned. I suppose that I will just have to explain to him that I need the money and brace for more Sad Panda-ness.

...

Oooh. I went and had blood drawn today, so they can test it and tell me all of the terrible diseases and problems I've got.

Oswego is a nice sort of town, except for, ya know, the three nuclear power plants and the subzero winters.

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The new baby elephant that was born at our zoo last Friday died the day before yesterday. It was an accident- he fell into the pool and the other elephants pushed him into the deep end by accident. After getting water in his lungs, he died a few hours later.

This was obviously an accident- so of course PETA gets its panties in a twist about it.

Sorry. I really can't stand PETA. Don't get me wrong; I'm all for animal rights and am totally against animal violence or mistreatment. But come on. "We want an investigation into this!" cries PETA. "Yeeeeeah, whatever, chill," replies the zoo. "We totally signed up for one before you said a damn word. Bitches."

Gah. The baby elephant was just the cutest thing on the whole planet, so we're all kind of upset that he died. Verily, it doth sucketh. Whatever else I dislike about CNY, I dig the elephants. We've got a really good zoo with a world-famous breeding program here. Because James and Nana were up yesterday, we were supposed to go see him, but... well, my sympathies to everyone at the zoo.

Meanwhile, back at the farm...

James, Nana, Mom, and Kelsey have flown away to New Jersey until next Sunday. It's not good, it's not bad- the only downside is that I'm going to have to cook dinner every day, which kind of blows. However, the positive responses to the "can-I-have-the-car" question stand to go up exponentially.

This means that maybe, just maybe, Quinn will stop making Sad Panda noises at me.

Except he won't, because I have to work on Monday instead of hanging out with him like we planned. I suppose that I will just have to explain to him that I need the money and brace for more Sad Panda-ness.

...

Oooh. I went and had blood drawn today, so they can test it and tell me all of the terrible diseases and problems I've got.

Oswego is a nice sort of town, except for, ya know, the three nuclear power plants and the subzero winters.

.