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Don't get me wrong, I love nature. I love

A Rebus Story About Me and Nature

and I love

(except for

and I love

).

And I most certainly love

. Some of my best friends are

.

But I am having problems with one particular creature. I don't wish to embarrass it

in public so I will simply refer to it as

or Animal X.

Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Animal X has lots of good qualities. Perhaps it sings

soprano in a

or volunteers bringing

to people

stuck in

s. I couldn't say for sure.

But here are a few things I do know about

. For one thing, Animal X

lives in a

. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with

Animal X living in a

. Lots of things live in a

live in a

, and

live in a

and even my Uncle

lives in a

for reasons our family

doesn't quite understand.

Another thing I know about

is that it is covered in fur.

Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with the fact that Animal X is covered in fur.

Lots of

are covered in fur.

are covered in fur, and

are covered in fur, and even my great Aunt

is covered in fur for reasons her doctor doesn't quite understand.

But there is one other thing I know about Animal X and this thing I have a problem with:

likes to bury stuff.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about

s. Animal X can bury as many

s as it likes for all I care. But I take exception when

buries my

I take exception when

, not to mention my cousin

and my best friend

buries my mail courier

, not to mention my

where I live. So now I am forced to live here

underground.

Don't get me wrong, I am fine living underground. I love living underground. I have no
problem whatsoever with living underground ...

... well, except for the neighbours.