Wherever the hard working New World Camelid makes it's mark, the small eyed, bifid lipped pseudo-paleontologists of the Moose mafia soon decend like the pack of Buteo
they truly are.
"Back!", I say, and let the accreted droppings marking centuries, nay, aeons of the glorious beaked-vicuna's quest for Sri Lanka's tangy puna be seen for what it truly is! A submerged llavatory of the Gods!
Why, to this day, Tamil Tigers scavenging ex-Army blankets in the Palk straights (with grappling irons) still fear the cry: "Look out, there are llamas!"
posted on 10/22/2002 12:00:47 AM PDT
Oh! Give me a break! Do you expect us to believe that pile of camel dung?!? Everyone and his uncle knows that the Beaked Vicuna was a denizen of riparian environments, not coastal environments. The Beaked Vicuna and Alces Aquatica
never crossed paths.
And as for the Tamil Tigers, their greatest fear is of the Sea Cheese, which, as I mentioned previously, is a myth.
posted on 10/22/2002 8:59:59 AM PDT
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