Kale

Alke, Cale, Cail, Kail, Kali, elik where does it all end? like what happens when some rabid wolverine ends up rampaging through your trash cans at 2.53 A in the wonderful M part of the mid-week when you've got some kind of presentation to make before the boss at like 8.30 the following morn? something akin to chaos is what happens. one thing is for sure, it aint the wolverine who is gonna have a bad nights sleep. not after eating all the damn good garbage, growing fatter and happier by the minute as the chomping, ripping and tearing at the leftover feasts in a can are provided by the entire neighborhood for it's enjoyment. No sir. Just wait until they discover public transportation. It's gonna be a zero sum game at that point. Wolverines will be riding the east bound bus, westbownd train, dual-use communiting in teh car-pool lane and barrelling down the bike like on a discarded tricycle very very soon. Once that whole semi-permiable membrane is broken through and they discover that the entire society is sitting there just waiting for them like one bike smorgasboard of fatty excess to be devoured, muchned and ripped apart for the pure enjoyment of destroying publically funded trash cans things will change. Change for the better if you are a waste fueled wolverine of gluttonny. and there is one thing you all know about wolverines. they are gluttons. of epic proportions, even so i hope that they don't eat the recycled paper as well. my postcards are precious. despite the fact that they ended up the recycle bin.