A Seal's Life

I'm hoping I've accumulated enough positive karma in this life that when I come back I'll have the good fortune to be reincarnated as a New Zealand fur seal. These creatures, which abound on the rocky southern coasts, apparently do little other than eat raw fish and lie on the beach, yawning. They look like loaves of pumpernickel bread dough set aside to rise and are so blissfully fat that they can roll around on a shingle beach without suffering the least discomfort. I'm partial to sushi and the oceanfront lifestyle, so I think I'll do just fine.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Blubber and snore...Just be happy. I ssshtill love you.