Um, Clovis would like your mailing address now. Apparently he has plans.
...you mean he would have some kind of interest in controlling the minds of impressionable six year olds who are going to grow up to become important movers and shakers in a fairly stable wee country? Where we have magic spells inscribed inside our taxis, trees wrapped in silken scarves and provided with tables of floral garlands and delicious beverages, and the household spirits get their own shiny little palaces? Sometimes with fairy lights? Where rivers have secret dragons living in them, who celebrate the end of Buddist Lent with fireballs? You think that this is the kind of place that demonic bunnies would thrive?
While Clovis would never give a testimonial for this product, I highly recommend the Bear Wash from this place
Oooh!
....see, presently Barney is engaging in Extreme Bathing. In the washing machine. He's a bit of a thrill-seeker, and since I was very firmly against swimming with sharks as an option, spinning with socks got to be the Dangerous Sport of choice. Luckily he's very good at holding his breath for extended periods of time.
Also, how much did I love going out with friends to the hookah bar, and being able to all nonchalantly be "oh, sure, I know how to do this, I smoked sheesha a few times while I was in Egypt..."
Heh. Happy days, happy days.