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Loyal Subjects: Greetings from the king! Sher Con the great! –Applause-- I have been quite busy lately, but I have finally found some time to write to you, my loyal subjects. – a lot has happened in this great kingdom, Becky and Jenn have been driving everyone crazy – almost as crazy as they are – with their flower mania! The whole jungle is in bloom, and they’ve gotten it in their heads to draw every flower! Ahh!!! It’s madness! I’ve been running around behind them trying to convince everyone they mean no harm and that if they’ll just bear with it for a little while, the peace and tranquility will return. On top of that entire ruckus, Chi Chi, a leopard cub, is in need of some mentoring for kingship. It is a sacred trust all felines have to be a good and wise king in our jungles, and as Chi Chi was lost, and wandered into my Jungle, I must be a good example, and teach him kingly ways. – What else? Oh yeah, spring as most of you know is a time when all the animals sing their s...

Dear Sher Con, You have thought me crazy because I view you as a cuddly kitty. You want me to see you as Ferocious. I am sorry, but I don’t. You are honorable, strong, courageous, kingly, and able to deal out just punishments to those who break Jungle law. All these are good things, but they do not make me afraid of you. I respect you for them but I don’t have a reason to fear you. I know you’d not harm any who’ve not broken jungle law. I have always respected and honored the law of the Jungle. I once watched a movie, called The Ghosts in the darkness. It was based in Africa – away from the Jungles on the plains. Two lions broke Jungle law. They hunted for sport, and as a pair. They were … possessed. There was no king to put them in their place. – Devils they were called by my kind. – Finally there was one of my kind called to aid in killing these brothers, these feline Devils. They were the definition of ferocious, and not in a good way. After witnessing the slaughter of so man...

Hi! I’m Bunny, and I get to tell you about myself.   First of all, on what my mom said, I love playing the Drums. What she didn’t say is that I’m a metal head, I love heavy metal. Of course I have to get help from Joe to play with the Double bass as I’m rockin’ the snare and cymbals. When everyone found out about my musical preference, the look on their faces was priceless, I mean just the shock and awe all around puts a smile on my face.   The energy and stamina of youth plays a minor part in my ability to beat the heads….. Drum heads of course, heh heh… but what really is needed is the want, the passion, the fire. The absolute desire to play. If your flame is little more than a lit match, then it’s like “eh…” but if you’ve got a bonfire that could scorch the devil himself, stamina comes in truck loads. I think that’s enough about my drumming, now about me.   I was named Bunny for a couple reasons, one is I was born near Easter, not to mention the Bunny ears on my ...

Hi! it's Becky again. Yeah, not everyone's had a chance to speak, but as my daughter Bunny is having some difficulty getting her thoughts together about what she want's to say, we've all talked about it, and decided I could tell a little about her, and she could correct me, and build upon my introduction of her.  Also some of the others may be introduced like this.-- hunh.... - what can I say about Bunny?... she very energetic that is for sure - And musical!! Drums of all things. - it's good she's got energy - maybe even hyper - not sure, I'm just sayin'. - the energy does come in handy for her though 'cause Joe’s – he’s Jenn’s hubby – his drum set is very large in comparison to my Bunny – so she really has to move around and very quickly to be able to hit the high hat and the snare and the toms. It’s all so complicated – she can tell you more about them. Let me just say all that movement reminds me of the energy it takes to move around a group...

George is my name, but don't be fooled. I am not anything like that human clown who's always swinging into a tree! I am more like King Kong, though I am not a king. I prefer it that way. Don't think that because I'm not a king I'm not strong or can not be a leader. Quite the opposite. I am very strong, and should the need ever arise would be among the greatest of leaders. I simply prefer to let Sher Con rule; he likes it, and is honorable. I have my roles as husband and father to spend time in. -- I hope none of you are racest, because my wife is the smartest and most talented chimp-monk there is. she's 3/4 chimpanzee and 1/4 monkey, and she's beautiful. Her name is Becky. I'm all gorrilla on the outside, - strong and courageous - but my heart turned to mush when I met this dazzling beauty. I just had an overwhelming and uncontrolable desire to love and care for her, and protect her. I soon found out she didn't need my protection; she was far to sm...

Let me introduce myself. My name is Becky. I am a chimpanzee, um, with about 1/4 monkey on my mothers side - that's how I got a tail. My great grandpa was an orphan and wandered into a chimp village  where my great great auntie adopted him. he was very smart for a monkey, and he learned the chimpanzee way of intelligence and lifetime learning pretty early on. - I wanted you to know that so you wouldn't think I was just another dumb monkey, or that I had somehow inherited illiteracy or stupidity from that side of my ancestry. If anything, because of my tail, and my smarts combined  I can jump and swing farther than most monkeys  and climb higher than most chimps.  I use my brainpower to compute velocity and angles, etc. for the jumping and swinging, and my tail helps me balance and reach higher limbs; I like to see the better and more beautiful views.  I'm an artist, and most of my peers haven't seen the views I...

Hi. My name is Sher Con. I am a ferocious tiger. Got that? Ferocious TIGER! I'm not some cuddly kitty. One of my people has a hard time with that. - I give her a small amount of tolerance only because I think she may be slightly crazy. In the jungle when that happens all the other animals tend to give the crazy one a wide berth. My other person gets that I'm ferocious  and could rip you to shreds in a matter of minutes. He has respect for the ferocity of felines, and especially the larger wild cats, and he knows better than to under estimate a tiger. I am Sher Con, King of Tigers! He does not mess with me. From this respect he has shown to me, we have developed a mutual liking of one another, but I shall never understand his choice of mates. - Yep, you guessed it, he chose that crazy human female I mentioned earlier as his mate. Weird! Anyway more about me. Like I said I am King of Tigers. My name Sher C...