If you were an animal...

I am a cicada. Someday I will stop being an underground crawly cicada, and will shed my skin and grow wings and make lots of irritating noise. I would like to be megatherium. I want to know whether they mostly clamber around the forest floor, or if they swim around more than people think.
I would not like to be a horse. To be that intelligent and be made to stand around in a stall all day... no wonder they self injure if they're bored. You don't get to exercise all day and then a stinky, bossy human sits on you and makes you do tricks. You can't brush your own hair, because you only have hooves, and flies bite you.
I am also glad I'm not a koala. Those guys are total jerks, and all they ever eat ewwcalyptus. I bet they used to eat other things before the desertification of Australia, but that all the tasty stuff died out.

I forget what I said, but I was told that I am a filthy animal. So, I decided that a William Wallace reference would be appropriate. Remember Braveheart? I said," I'm not filthy, but I am an animal."

raven ranson wrote:If you were an animal...

...what kind would you be?
...what kind would you want to be?
...what kind would you never want to be?

and why?

I would not want to be a chicken - considered food by almost every carnivorous animal because they taste so good!

So ...

I think I would be a beaver. A giant, pleistocene-era beaver. I would make ponds in the boreal to rival the Great Lakes, a project suitable for a giant permie.

I would want to be a woolly mammoth, managing the new grasslands north of the treeline. Just another keystone species stabilising an unstable, disturbed biome.

I don't think I would ever want to be that breed of homo sapiens that embraces thoughtlessness. Willful ignorance for short-term personal gain has got to be a giant, glaring road sign warning of an evolutionary U-turn.

-CK

EDIT: If the question were changed to encompass the other kingdoms of life, I would want to be an Ent.

I don't know if I would be an octopus but when my kids were growing up I would always tell them "I am not an octopus ".  They always handed me everything to carry. Even if my arms were full and I couldn't take anything more They would just lay it on top. I'm sure all moms can relate. It wasn't just my kids, it's a mom thing

In reality though, I would probably end up as some fat house cat with a permanent "mean face." Somehow, it just seems more accurate.



LOL...reminds me of a bit from Looney Toons; Bugs Bunny is explaining how cats and Dragons are alike; feed them keep them warm, don't mess with their hoards....