Today on the playground I spotted a seven-year-old girl whom I know well-- alone, crawling on all fours, and periodically gnashing her teeth.
"What animal are you today, Emily?" I called to her.
"A cougar," she answered.
"Great, don't get your knees too muddy," I called back.
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Wow, when I'm a cougar it usually involves a bar, PBR, and undergrads. :P
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