Did you know that Tiggywinkles is the world's busiest wildlife hospital? Did you know that you can take a visual tour--in the round--of their facilities at Tiggywinkles and you can go so fast--round and round--that you throw up?
Did you know that if you Google "How much is a hedgehog?" (They treat lots of injured hedgehogs at Tiggywinkles) that you will find out that they are expensive here in the States? Maybe even a hundred dollars. And that in Britain they are free--obviously you just go into the hedges and there they are.
And that someone said...on a site Google brought up...I'm not making this up..."What? I just want a hedgehog, not a purebred dog or a giraffe, though I do want a giraffe. Please, $100 is too much." Wouldn't you love to know someone who, ever so casually, wants a hedgehog AND a giraffe?
And did you know that it is possible to lead a cow upstairs, but not downstairs? Maybe that was why Uncle Maurice had that funny look on his face that day the cow looked out his bedroom window.
And did you know that there are more chickens than people in the world? And if all those chickens are resurrected--like I think they will be--that we will be up to our arm pits in chickens. You will have Costco and their great rotisseries to blame for 28 million a year of them. Year in year out, 28 million. And that's just in the US and Canada.
And those are some of the things that Google finds the answers for. Except for Uncle Maurice, who we really called Uncle Tom.
PS I made the "throwing up" part up. But maybe someone would if they moved their mouse to the left or the right enough--the rooms fairly zoom by.
Ha! Mouse! How appropriate for Tiggywinkles. I wonder if they fix broken mice and then let them go (and then they will be called vermin instead of sweet little injured mice) that spread horrible diseases and eat farmer's produce and generally wreck havoc when they chew through electric wires and stuff. Would they have a moral dilemma, help the mouse or help stop disease and destruction. Maybe they flip a coin or whatever they do in Britain.
And if you read all the way through this post then bless your little cotton socks. My English friend says that. She is an elbow of a woman. And she is funny, on the scale of Mrs. Bird. I must start posting her stories in case you need a good laugh.