... and that is why they are called Macaws."

... and that is why they are called Macaws." The zoo lady smiled brightly in her safari khakis. "Now, any more questions? Yes?" A grizzled man slowly raised his hand. He coughed,

and then in a strong Tennessee twang, asked "Paardon me Miss, I don' wanna rain on yer parade, mind, but you zoo-folk ain't got the faintest idea 'bout critters." It was none other

than the local farmer, Zwicky. She looked up from her work tending the meerkats and he continued in his distinctive dialect, "Yahou might wanner cleen behind them ears, too."

"I hate Jar Jar Binks," she thought. She hated his native language. She'd trained the Meerkats to attack on command and when

her hate crimes were finally brought before the court, she refused to apologize to millions of gungans who didn't have verbal tics or nervous personalities. Her meerkats defected.

far, far away from the African savannah of her dreams. The walls whispered to her, warning of coming deals at the local waffle house. Two for one breakfast special? She had to esc

ape by killing the guards. Job done, she sat at the Waffle House for the BOGOF "I'll have 2 full English breakfasts: sausages, bacon, fried eggs, black pudding, haggis, tomatoes,

and tea." The waitress took her order & tried hard not to stare at her bloody hands & clothes. Damn! She'd forgotten to change before sitting down at the Waffle House. 5 minutes

later, the po-po showed up to question her.But not before they sat down for some coffee & waffles themselves,of course. She slipped out the restroom window & escaped to Montana.