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Antelope

Nov. 28th, 2016 03:44 pm
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Antelopes often mull things over as they graze.


This is thinking that if we’re building the mirror universe reality from Star Trek, at least it means we’ll get to go to space.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.

Giraffe

Nov. 17th, 2016 07:01 pm
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The giraffe’s extremely long legs and neck makes it ideally suited for eating the sensitive leaves on the tops of trees.


Yeah.




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Military Macaw


After watching politics for the last month, this macaw is beginning to understand why all those planets in Star Trek decided to be run by computers.




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O, that I were

Upon the hill of Basan, to outroar

The horned herd! for I have savage cause;

And to proclaim it civilly, were like

A halter’d neck which does the hangman thank

For being yare about him.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.

Chipmunk

Nov. 10th, 2016 12:01 am
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This chipmunk loves literature and suggests that if people feel a need to act but know not how, they might look to Lysistrata.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.

Peacock

Nov. 8th, 2016 06:01 pm
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This peacock believes the election to be rigged.


There’s no way poll numbers could be raised and lowered so quickly without some sort of a rigging in place.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.

Barred Owl

Nov. 4th, 2016 11:01 pm
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Owls like to teach. This owl is an art expert and wants you to know how composition works.




There are several positioning guidelines to properly compose a work. These are the most common



  • Use the rule of thirds to structure the work, placing items of interest 1/3 or 2/3 from the top or bottom.

    • When moving by thirds, adjust the bass by one step



  • Use the golden ratio for additional positioning.  Instead of breaking the image into three equal parts, this uses 1:1.618 for positioning.


  • Use the golden triangle, imagining a line from corner to corner, then breaking that into two right triangle, aligning objects to these lines.

    • To convert a wrong triangle into a right triangle, try a public apology, a large donation, or deflecting distraction



  • Use the golden rule and make your image look as you wish photos of yourself did

  • Be sure to leave space so things aren’t too crowded.

    • When leaving space, be sure to double-check your heat shields






As it turns out, owls aren’t as smart as they think they are.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
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Red Kangaroo


Unlike in American politics, a kangaroo’s counterbalance is functional.




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Black Tailed Prairie Dog_11


When griping grief the heart doth wound,

And doleful dumps the mind oppress




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Frog

Nov. 3rd, 2016 11:01 pm
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This is probably the best photo I’ve ever taken of a wild frog.


I’m sure I looked weird crawling on the ground at the zoo when I saw him, but I don’t much care.




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Taveta Golden Weaver_10


I find it interesting how some animals can blend in and stand out at the same time.




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Black Tailed Prairie Dog_8


Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;

Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord

Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.




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Slug

Nov. 2nd, 2016 11:01 pm
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Viewed up close, slugs have a sort of fine structure that I’d never noticed before.




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Ostrich

Nov. 2nd, 2016 06:01 pm
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If therizinosaurs had time machines, they’d take one look at their future and decide to go back to the evolutionary drawing board.




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Antelope

Nov. 2nd, 2016 02:00 pm
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Antelope


Some areas of the Savannah are surprisingly pointy.




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Zebra

Nov. 1st, 2016 11:01 pm
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ISBN: 1421419092




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Black mangaby pretended to be a spider monkey.




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The scariest Halloween story for today was not written by me, but by humanity itself.




The Lesson of the Dodo

First sighted around 1600, it took humans less than 80 years to push the Dodo to extinction. The Dodo’s demise was primarily caused by the destruction of its forest habitat. Introduced cats, rates, and pigs, along with humans, ate this flightless bird and its eggs. Although humans may have been known to cause the extinction of many other animal species before the Dodo, it was the first time in recorded history that humans realized their actions caused its extinction.


The last recorded living Dodo was seen in 1681.




(Author of plaque and sculptor unknown.)




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“$100 per brick, any message” read the sign.


That’s when he had the only complete vision of his life, surrounded by the budding trees and the sounds of spring. This was the place. It was where they had met. It was where they had their first date, their first kiss.


He had thought only of the romance when he filled in the form, paid the money, and winked conspiratorially at the clerk as he left. “It will be perfect” he thought.


As the weeks went by, he waited, biding his time. As the seasons passed, the new walkway was built. He hoped it would open soon, but as always, there were delays.


The two would still visit the park every week, though the spot itself was barricaded off. As time went by and the days began to grow dimmer, she grew more distant. He did what he could, asking what the problem was but not understanding her answers of “I’m just thinking” or “it’s about my family” or “I don’t want to talk about it”.


He knew that her family had expectations of her, that she was, eventually, to have to pass some sort of test. But that was in the future and, he was certain, their love was strong enough to withstand any changes that may come.


Then, finally, the day arrived. Though the day was dark and snowy and she seemed even more withdrawn than had become usual, he cajoled her until she acquiesced to their weekly walk. He was envisioning the look on her face as he knelt down to brush the snow off the pathway. He was so distracted by his vision of the future that he barely felt the cold metal until he saw the other end of her long knife protruding from his chest.


“Wha…?” he gasped as he died, looking first at the retreating knife tip, then at the brick, as tears fell from his face as blood poured from his chest.


Crystal stepped around his body and, for the first time, saw his message to her. She knew she was being watched but couldn’t help but to shed a single tear, which joined his growing pool. Then she turning her back, having passed the final test, walked out into the snow rejoining her family as a full assassin.


Brick


There then the brick lay, getting covered in snow, marking the place where they had met. It marked the place of their first date, their first kiss. It marked her first kill and his only death.


And there it lays today, forever stained by tears.




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After losing many people in the attempts to catch or kill, the city officials had given up, and merely fenced it from the rest of the park.


Still, there were incidents.


It was common, after all, to momentarily mislay a child. Perhaps she ran off to play. Maybe he and a friend wandered to the sandbox. Sometimes they were climbing a tree, chasing the ice cream truck, or just temporarily lost in the crowd.


That was when it hunted.


All it took was one moment of panic. That’s how it always started, with that one fatal mistake. Though everyone knew the advice “stay put”, it was hard to follow when visions of horror were brought up in the imagination. That’s when they run around. That’s when, sometimes, they look at the fence and think “No, my child couldn’t climb that …” but then the doubt sets in and the question arises “… right?”


That question is always the beginning of the end. That is when they think: “Maybe the fence is really not that high” … “maybe there’s a gap” … “maybe a hole underneath.” Some take longer than others, but eventually, every victim thinks the same thing.


“I should check.”


And then it’s over. It’s always the same. A gasp of recognition. A pause as they disbelieve their eyes. A rush of movement as they race to verify. Then, always, a loud SNAP, heard throughout the park.


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And, while their child plays, runs, slides, or swings on the other side of the fence, the angler bench resets its lure and awaits the next parent.




Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.

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