Everyday at an appointed hour the Swamp Deer takes an anti-shower. It hooks its antlers into the muck, and with a twist and shake mud is chucked upward, where it rains down on the beast. It's stinky and slimy, but it's cool, at least.
A Cheetah can beat a Porsche to a hundred. (Imagine the tumble if a clumsy one blundered.) In fact, Cheetah's are so very, very fast that your future is way, way back in its past.
The Pelican, when it has formed a group, Is said to be a squadron, pouch, or scoop. I find that naming scheme quite puzzling; Isn't its "pouch" where it keeps soup for guzzling?
I saw a snake had made a gnarly bed -- On logs and stones, its length did curl and thread. Ah, to be comfy on bark's ragged bumps... I wake up when PJ's wad to a lump.
You better not fool with a Bumblebee!-- Ef you don't think they can sting -- you'll see! They're lazy to look at, an' kind o' go Buzzin' an' bummin' aroun' so slow, An' ac' so slouchy an' all fagged out, Danglin' their legs as they drone about The hollyhawks 'at they can't climb in 'Ithout ist a-tumble-un out ag'in! Wunst I watched one climb clean 'way In a jimson-blossom, I did, one day,-- An' I ist grabbed it -- an' nen let go-- An' "Ooh-ooh! Honey! I told ye so!" Says The Raggedy Man; an' he ist run An' pullt out the stinger, an' don't laugh none, An' says: "They has be'n folks, I guess, 'At thought I wuz prejudust, more or less, -- Yit I still muntain 'at a Bumblebee Wears out his welcome too quick fer me!"