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News is everywhere I read about a new type of grass growing in Svalbard making the reindeer happy and fat, not that this is big news for the polar bear that struggles to learn to live without ice, to hunt dogs and cats, lose the shiny white fur for a grimy pelt, smelling of garbage cans. The howling wolves of the mystic are no more since a way have been found making (lobotomizing) them into friendly but silly cubs who want to play with the caribou, who by lapse has not been told; the good is vet surgeons specializing in brains are urgently needed. The good news is the woke brigade will move offensive paintings of ugly white people smoking cigars, representing “The man” was replaced with nice Disney pictures of pretty animals with cute innocent eyes while somewhere out there the Tasmanian tiger howls in the long night.

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