Chapter 21: Home House

A single racoon digs for tasty trash in the cold, low, snow. The moon sails ahead without more than a mirror to weird away the owls.
A large lion tears a zebra's head with jaws of billions of years evolved. A pocket watch crushed by the metal tires of a robot's sneakers becomes a martyr for civilization everywhere.
A gigantic blue whale filters plankton, algae and tiny water insects from the water using his teeth. A new contraption to capture a dandelion in one piece has been put together by the crew.
But a human being needs only to walk through the automatic sliding doors at the Shop'n'Mart Superplex to encounter an entire universe of different foods, all without the mess of hunting or the chore of scavenging. Culinary culture is the cufflink of covenience, and several respected scientists noticed this.
While other forms of life depend upon their own bodies for transportation, human beings merely climb into their "cars" (isolation chambers on wheels) and drive to any destination they choose.
And, if a human being wants to travel really far, they can drive their car to an airport...
Here, an airplane (a huge multiperson isolation chamber/flying machine) will simply fly off the ground and carry you to any destination on the globe within hours.
And while animals of all shapes and sizes usually just leave their waste on the ground, a human being has the luxury of watching his or her waste being flushed out of sight, down an attractive porcelain tube.
It's all very extraordinary, and that's why!!!
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Nine, yule shulnt gut o'er mine crackergummbplinngrailrod. Diamonds far me chulley tarne end bunkins per brakefeast, onions and bunions!
"You'le builten un superb robot, Herr Doktor, und nuv, vut du yu s'ppuzz t'duue wtht your hairy favorite shit? R u going 2 the sho?" Hasked.
Therehair blewind the winde as light was lost thru cracks'th'mountain tops. Light frost stenciled yor nose as I took a large gulpyglump frum my wastey thermos of wandbaggins. Tomorrow's raindrops were bigger'n beachballs, aye. Flip cup and burn brakefeast. Firesticksmell and pine needles for fill, was nothin doin, or else we were. So does the little one ever tokk or just the staysameways?
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Opinion Research Analysis Retrospective
An Enlarged Essay Regarding A Wide Variety of Fish
Weird Windows Version 12.67
12/4/07

My reporti s on the nateshur of beeng and how it relaits to nateshur as a hole. I thing that if a persun is alive, thei shud not be scard becuse ther feer prvnts them from seng the true glorie of beng. There is nothng els besude being, and it is the olny state we no of. Ther is nuthuig to compair it to, and so ther is no way to confirm or denie its exsistans.
Howver, it is self evidint, ans so ther is no resin why its existens or non existenc wud mater at all. The naitur of benig is not important, becaus the defenishun of benig is constantlie chabngin.