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Poltroons, cowards, skulkers and dastards.
mountains of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
There never was such a goose.
We need the tonic of the wilderness, to wade sometimes in the marsh where the bitten and the meadow hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.
Atkins knows two kinds of birds: seagulls and the ones that aren't seagulls.
I have examined the stomach contents of seven aardvarks.
onanists breaking a sweat on monkeys, ponies, birds;
long squirrel guns
Anne is quite the animal lover," Fang said to me as we followed Angel. "Horses, sheep, goats. Chickens. Pigs." "Yeah," I said. "I wonder who's for dinner?
LOST 2 Irish Hellhounds. Very black, like bear. Huge, like bear. Answer to Alvin and Mohammed. Like to eat everything. Like bear! REWARD!
Horses are like giant possums that you can ride and they stare at you and have terrifying boners
You gotta get up early in the morning to catch a fox and stay up late at night to get a mink.
Those truffled turkeys, of which the reputation and the price are still increasing, appear like beneficient stars, and make the eyes sparkle of all sorts of gourmands of every category, whilst their faces beam with delight and they themselves dance with pleasure.
Rats. Rats, mice, and rodents.
Cattle ... it called us cattle ...
We're hamburger, you mean.
And Sam Vimes thought: Why is Young Sam's nursery full of farmyard animals anyway? Why are his books full of moo-cows and baa-lambs? He is growing up in the city. He will only see them on a plate! They go sizzle!
screws on the cowlings. Only a divine miracle
Moujiks. Right. What's a moujik?" the Tsar asked.
"Peasants, your majesty."
"Pheasants?"
"No! Peasants.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.
Rats! Sometimes it's very difficult being a dog ... Especially when it's raining. You're looking forward to a great breakfast ... When it arrives, you're full of joyful anticipation ... Then you see the water rise in your dog dish ... And you watch your pancakes float downstream!
What a dull world if we knew all about geese!
Unless you see de fur, a mink skin ain't no different from a coon hide.
In Africa, the rangers shoot poachers.
When I was a child I was told that whoever swallowed a hock-bone would one day own land," she said. "Have you tried that? I was told a sheep's hock-bone bought a croft, a cow's an estate.
Monkey People? They
They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.
The townspeople are morons, yokels, peasants and genus homo boobiensis ... surrounded by gaping primates from the upland vallies.
Anything that got to do with a pig, I ain't eatin'.
I believe that mink are raised for being turned into fur coats. And if we didn't wear fur coats, those little animals would never have been born!
In the hurtling pronghorn, the vanished predators have left behind a heartrending spectacle. Through the smoking displays of wild abandon runs a desperate spirit, resigned to racing pickup trucks in its eternal longing for cheetahs.
Or wolves." "Dogs, wolves,
Chinchilla is said to be more chic than mink, though personally it reminds me of unborn burlap.
What's brown and sounds like a bell? DUNG!
How do dogs like their eggs? Pooched!
The rush of a herd of bellowing yaks at a wild gallop, waving their huge tails, is a grand sight.
Now, as Rilke would say, let's eat us
some effing panther and swan, shall we?
Red swine. Mother rapers. Eaters of the milk of thy fathers.
Seth put his ear against the door. "I can't hear anything."
"There are probably ten of them patiently waiting on the far side, ready to pounce."
Brownies are shrimps. All I'd need are some heavy boots, a pair of shin guards, and a weed whacker."
The image made Kendra giggle.
And, of course, the funniest food of all, kumquats.
On the drive up here, I saw a goose," he says. "A Canada goose. Fred told me they shit something horrible. They migrate between the north and the south, don't they? Like seniors.
I joined PETA for minks and dogs. I need my beef, my chicken, my seafood.
These wolves are more than wolves, Robb. You must know that. I think perhaps the gods sent them to us. Your father's gods, the old gods of the north. Five wolf pups, Robb, five for five Stark children.
If aw his hums and haws were hams and haggises, the country wad be weel fed!
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
Penguins skate. Penguins spin. Penguins love to make you grin.
What are they, Dad? Cows, son. What are cows, Dad? Cows are cows, son. We
I fed my yak on my spare Cadbury chocolate 21,0000ft up Everest. It was a blonde, very sweet female yak. I made it my pet after that.
Thou art god, I am god. All that groks is god.
Winds with little fishhooks at the end of every gust.
Cat piss and porcupines!
Squirrel! I've told you not to share your cheek nuts with humans. They don't appreciate it as much as other squirrels!
Cows scream louder than carrots.
Comparing the humped herds of whales with the humped herds of buffalo, which, not forty years ago, overspread by tens of thousands the prairies of Illinois and Missouri, and shook their iron manes
I'm so ready.
I am Mink. Hear me roar.
The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.
The giants called us woh dak nag gran, the squirrel people,
The monkeys seized all the cocoanuts within their reach and sent them down upon us
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
-Pig.
-I prefer the term rutting beast.
They did attack our herds: you could have seen a woman pull a calf to pieces as it bellowed alive in her bare hands!
In Boffo's Novelty and Joke Emporium in Ankh-Morpork, all the whoopee cushions trumpeted in a doleful harmony;
We procured from an Indian a weasel perfectly white except the extremity of the tail which was black: great numbers of wild geese are passing to the south, but their flight is too high for us to procure any of them.
I chuckled at this passage from Dr. Tempe Brennan in "Bones Never Lie" by Kathy Reichs: "Back home, I ate Bojangles chicken with Bird and watched a rerun of 'Bones.' For some reason, the cat is nuts about Hodgins.
THE DOMESTICATION OF HUNCH
Khufu carefully picked out everything that ended with-o - Doritos, Oreos, and some chunks of meat. Buffalo? Armadillo? I was scared to even ask.
And, of course, the funniest food: "kumquats". I don't even bring them home anymore. I sit there laughing and they go to waste.
Ook, though very clever, was the worst fighter in the tribe. That is how he ended up with Grot-Grot as his woman. Grot-Grot had a bald patch on the top of her head, she was missing an eye and she smelled like a dead skunk. She did have a good sense of humour though.
I love penguins.
Hell...chickens,' Jack groused. It was the snickering that really woke me. And the sound of... Elder Jacobs.... muttering, 'Chickens?' 'Kill 'em... bastards,' Jack snorted.
We have nine hungry Rottweilers on the farm.
Dumb animals we call them, while they bark and neigh and moo. They talk as much as we do - to them we seem dumb too.
They are bearcrawls ... a bearclaw is a donut
Squirrel as in squirrel squirrel?
Feathers needed, swan preferred.
I want my chirfugging goose back!
Who eates the Kings Goose uoydes the feathers an hundred years after.
[Who eats the king's goose voids the feathers a hundred years after.]
I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...
Kettle thingies. Yum.
That had to be the answer. When you heard hoofbeats, you didn't think zebras.
The Welsh ... I mean, what are they for?
Who hastens a glutton choakes him.
Elves and Dragons! Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or you'll land in trouble too big for you.
~Hamfast Gamgee (the Gaffer)
Chomie' is South African homosexual men's unofficial name.
She have to go pick up prescription, so I watch Sophie for short time. And tiny bears are happy when I go in bathroom."
"Hamsters, Mrs. Korjev, not bears."
...
"I've got her now," Charlie said. "One of you stay with her while I get rid of the H-A-M-S-T-E-R-S."
"He mean the tiny bears.
What do they do with those ducks, in the winter?
I'm a huge fan of Cheetos.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
People eat nuts squirrels are nuts
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
I GO SNOWBOARDING WITH A PIG
Fish sticks and beef stew that millions of children love to hate.
Then put in the interior a roasted goose and into its belly a roasted hen and in the belly of the hen a roasted pigeon and in the belly of the pigeon a roasted starling and in the belly of this a small bird, roasted or fried.
We do not want to be haunds, teacher. We just want the haunds to go elsewhere for easy prey.
Laughing stock: cattle with a sense of humor.
The pig says oink.
The horse and the cow, the rabbit and the cat, the deer and the hare, the pheasant and the lark, please us better as friends than as meat.
Lost dog. Looks like a chicken. If found, do not attempt to feed it scrambled eggs for breakfast. You'll offend it just like I did, and it will run away.
There is a horse here-the furthest north of any horse, and he eats fish and travels on snowshoes.
Baboons, I observed. One with a big gun and the other with a big mouth, and both with alpha-sized, flaming pink asses.
In a long journey straw waighs.