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Hi All,

YumYum here confronting a major journalistic decision:

While conflicted about sharing the joy of our owlies becoming independent
by sharing these stark (some cavies might say gruesome) images of what hunting entails,
we have chosen to offer our readers the option to:

1. look
2. not look

at this phase of the owlets' fledging...they are proving themselves capable hunters already,
so we celebrate skills that will enable them to survive once they leave their owl box forever.

sniffle, sniffle. Except nobody too sure about 'lil Wes, yet...

On the other hand, we wee, bitty guinea pigs don't want to be outside, ever, and we mean
NEVER
AS IN NEVER-EVER!

'Tis a paradox of nature, truly. And one few guinea pigs experience philosophically or existentially.
Most parts of the world consider us prey (if they are animals) or dinner (if they are people.)

That PandaPigSanctuary is a big, happy family where we are loved, played with, fed with glee,
and CHERISHED for BEING GUINEA PIGs is statistically a rare experience (globally) for cavies...

Guinea Pigs are wonderful! We have so much personality: we are full of love, affection, humor,
joy, express highly complex language skills, game-playing imagination, and love pranking mom and each
other!

We are Mystical Rodents with an acute, conscious awareness of the world around and within us.

Seriously.

We can be contemplative and meditative when not eating, playing, sleeping, or talking about
mom behind her back.

ooh, ooh! Our Fave game is playing: "What's the funniest thing mom did recently?"

Choose only one:

#1.  Dumped our dirty poo & pee into a big, black garbage bag containing her favorite camping gear 
       instead of trash
#2.  Stumbling into a closed door on her way to kitchen in the middle of night, then saying naughty words
       we aren't allowed to say or supposed to hear
#3. Tried to pick up one of the Mahals by holding out a treat THEN having aforementioned treat   
       snatched and rapidly re-deployed by snatcher into Pigloo while the rest of us giggled silently
       into our fur while assuming sympathetic expressions, i. e. "Oh, mom, we feel your pain." (hee-hee)
#4.  Mom announcing that the litter we scattered all over the floor the night before is the reason she cannot
       place her yoga mat down and it's all our fault she can't exercise; while falling back asleep mid-sentence

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"All Beings are special," mom announces, "And we should never eat one another, always be kind."

and...yet... while mom, the Mahals, and I played "Last Buddha Standing" last night
we concurrently got GLUED to the screen during our owlets "First Hunt," especially when one
actually took his mousy in to share with 'Lil Wes, the owl someone is making inflatable wings for.

YOU KNOW WE HAVE BIG QUESTIONS INSIDE OUR LITTLE BRAINS.

YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE QUESTIONS ARE.

YOU KNOW THAT MOM LIKES POPCORN so we encouraged her to make some instead
of contemplating aforementioned questions. She turned off "FLEDGE WATCH" then fell right to sleep. 

and we vowed never to let Big Questions crowd our little brains ever again.  
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PLAYBILL

Plato's Part has been performed by YumYum during this evening's performance of: "What Is The
Meaning of Life" and we thank you for attending.