“Lily, we aren’t in Oz anymore.” This conversation came hard one day as I explained to Lily why our neighbors might not be too keen on the idea of attracting beautiful wildlife flying monkeys to the neighborhood.
When we lived in Oz, flying monkeys were as common as a horse of a different color. On summer evenings, flying monkeys could be observed flying the skies; sometimes with determination in their wings, but more often than not, just frolicking about doing nose dives, relays, and various other antics. On evenings with a full moon, their silhouettes were particularly impressive. [Read more...]





























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