The zebra has the lion.
The cape fur seal has the great white shark.
The airborne salmon has the gaping, toothy mouths of grizzly bears.
And, of course, unattended cake has John Goodman.
Mother Nature, it has oft been said, is red in tooth and claw. The great, deadly dance of predator and prey is old as Time itself.
Life on this blue-green orb, it seems, is fraught with Peril.
And so it goes, that for every Stick Figure ...
... there is a Hurtling Rectangle of Death*.
Just waiting for its moment.
Its opening.
Its chance to pounce.
Whether from above ...
"Oh, my skull!"
Or from the left ...
"Oh, my innards!"
Stick Figures have no greater natural foe.
And, unfortunately for the Stick Figure population ...
Rectangles are also wily and ruthless pack hunters.
"Oh, my everything!"
So you watch your back out there.
Or is that your front? (I can never tell.)
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*NOTE: The Hurtling Rectangle of Death should not be confused with the Skittering Cube of Inconvenience.
"Oh, my phalanges!"
Till next we meet ...
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