Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The true meaning of slow food

Today's sloth sometimes worries that her ambition has gotten the best of her and she's bitten off more than she can chew, but then she remembers... there's no rush. Ever. She can chew as lackadaisically as she'd like, linger over morsels, and even nap between swallows. No one's gonna bother her, or tell her to hurry up. They're all somewhere else sleeping off their lunches. How nice it must be.

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