Today you’re a musk ox and you’re going to cross a river
somewhere in the godless Canadian tundra.
“URRRRRR!” you’ll shout at the other musk oxes.
They’ll look at one another and hang their heads in dismay.
“God I feel terrible for Jerry since the head injury. He hasn’tt been right since,” they’ll say to
one another.
“GLOURRRRR!” you’ll exclaim as you repeatedly dunk your head
under the icy water, emerging feeling refreshed, if not actually any cleaner.
Congratulations Musk Ox!
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