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.