A sad and sudden event happened yesterday afternoon. Mushroom the Manatee left the building.
Explanation: One morning, not long ago. In a tall red building, not far from here, there was a boy called Jon. But he wasn't happy. He didn't want to be a man anymore, he wanted to be a Manatee. He wanted to play, swim, laugh, tickle, cuddle other manatees. We said, "...well how about we just call you mushroom for awhile instead?" "No" he said "I must be a manatee to feel free and happy" (Much like a transvestite or something, would say) "Oh ok" we all said. And so it came to be that we worked, lived and played with Mushroom the Manatee for around a year and a half. It was beautiful. Just like something on Animal planet. (story copyrighted - soon to be a major motion picture.)
Special times. Special People.
Song for Manatee : Exodus, all right! Movement of Jah people! Oh, yeah! O-oo, yeah! All right! Exodus: Movement of Jah people! Oh, yeah!