Peace Without a Pick

"oh no! A turtle tidal wave has begun. Well, it started in the northeast now it is increasing in momentum. Soon it will flow EVERYWHERE. What are we going to do?" Said the mountain to the passing fly. Fly shook it's head. It was never an ear that caught truth and causes causing calamities could not calm cows. Anyhow the fly responded by flickering it's wings round and around. And the mountain shuddered. This could only really mean one thing. Boom. Oh. Well as much as animation imitates ammunition there is a varied quantity of neurotic ingestion which hypnosis which guides to build flawed souls in a global project. Swing left then right. Should make the bull sing. But not like la la more like a croak from a most dejected rejected angry frog whose belches taint the air with green pus precision. Babies of the giant forty foot moose only cry when the sun is in a southern angle. And always be aware that the eels can actually climb skyscrapers, cottage gardens, and double fronted houses but they don't preform well in a gymnasium. Ok then. Fine. Go for a walk in some ice then. And make the stew in the fish bowl. Sip then. No ho no ha and certainly no x and definitely no z either. Conservationism