As I was cracking open an egg to make today’s bacon and egg brunch, I couldn’t help but wonder: who was the first person to look a feathery wee chook and think “I’m going to eat the next thing…
Where do pengiuns go when they die?
Video: Four legs and two wheels
I have a four-legged Norman. She’s a cat, not a dog. And a she, not a he. And I very much doubt I could train her to ride a bike. She has staff for that sort of thing.