The Ugandan panthers in the star-lit Belgium velds–like the Belgium panthers in the Ugandan mountains–struggled to hunt not warthogs, not hyenas, not carrot sticks, but tea leaves. Just ’cause ’twas a hard life didn’t mean they had to accept uncivilized living.
& then they found them, but didn’t find the pan to boil them.
& then they found 1, but didn’t find the heat to boil the water.
& then they went next door to the sun & borrowed some heat, but lost the water.
¿& where were they going to hunt a mug this late in the twilight?
Don’t doubt the danger o’ the thirst in their throats.