I Do Wish You Wouldn't

If Naturalists Go To Heaven (about Which There Is Considerable Ecclesiastical Doubt), I Hope That I Will Be Furnished With A Troop Of Kakapo To Amuse Me In The Evening Instead Of Television.

Why Keep In Touch With Them? That's What I Want To Know,' Asked Larry Despairingly. 'what Satisfaction Does It Give You? They're All Either Fossilized Or Mental.' 'indeed, They're Not Mental,' Said Mother Indignantly. 'nonsense, Mother... Look At Aunt Bertha, Keeping Flocks Of Imaginary Cats... And There's Great-uncle Patrick, Who Wanders About Nude And Tells Complete Strangers How He Killed Whales With A Penknife...they're All Bats.

In Conservation, The Motto Should Always Be 'never Say Die'.

‎'all We Need Is A Book,' Roared Leslie; 'don't Panic, Hit 'em With A Book.

As I Watched The Pulsing Fire Among The Trees And Heard The Beat Of The Drum Merge And Tremble With The Voices, Forming An Intricate Pattern Of Sound, I Knew That Someday I Would Have To Return Or Be Haunted Forever By The Beauty And Mystery That Is Africa.