My fat animal spirit

If you happen to see the selfish crab on the streets these days, it will be clear that selfish crab is a fatty crab at the moment. It’s not my fault; it’s November and my body wants to store food for the coming winter, like a bear about to hibernate.

Which is an entirely appropriate analogy because my kindred animal spirit is clearly the grizzly bear. The signs are there: my love of salmon, raw and wild-caught. My surly nature, particularly when awoken or startled. My snap and snarl. My fondness for back scratches and my tendency to measure the worth of a woman by how rough hewn her hands are, thanks, a little higher, right there, ah yes that’s the spot.

I resolve to work a little to shed these lee bee’s. Until then, please do not feed the bears.

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