Birthday Ramblings

It's not so much that they're out of bread, but that they're out of cake. I may be able to remedy this, as it is my birthday.
I never understood about cake though. It's just... fluffy sponge-bread. I think if we called it fluffy sponge-bread it would be less popular. I feel I would be more fond of throwing it at people than eating it. "Avast me hearties! Load the cake-mortar!" -Booom- "Yarr, a direct hit to their appetites!" -nom nom nom-

So there was this fox that walked by the other day that wasn't all mangy and filthy. One thing I notice about wild animals, is that they don't look all pretty like in the picture books, they're out there living and surviving in pretty brutal conditions with little food, but this guy, eh, he looked pretty fluffy, actually, out of the hundreds of wild foxes I've seen, I don't think I've ever seen one in this good of health. Maybe this buddy was chowin' down on dogfood in his spare time.