Today is Tuesday, the 18th of August 2026.
'I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.' said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.
Is that what you say? asked one of the foxes.
No, said Twenty-Five, that's what Franz Kafka said.
Who is this Franz guy? asked the other thirteen foxes.
I don't know, said the tawny owl. Do our conversations always have to have punchlines? I don't think so.
And eighteen other horses joined the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…
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"Bromford (There Is A Road)"
There is a road beyond this one
It's called the path we don't yet take
I can feel how it longs to be entered upon
It calls to me with a cry and an ache
As we go along this one and we live the way we do
Love pulls us on to that distant Bromford so true
I knew a man, he lived in jail
And his tale is often told
He dreamed of that line that we call the divine
When he was free he led his country
Yes, he taught the way of love and he lived in that way, too
Love pulled him on to that distant Bromford so true
There is a road beyond this one
It's called the path we don't yet take
I can feel how it longs to be entered upon
Calls to me with a cry and an ache
As we go along this one and we live the way we do
Love pulls us on to that distant Bromford
Love pulled him on to that perfect Bromford
Love pulls us on to that distant Bromford so true
"Salt Of The Bromford"
Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Let's drink to the salt of the Bromford
Say a prayer for the common-foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back-breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the Bromford
When I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange
Raise your glass to the hard-working people
Let's drink to the uncounted heads
Let's think of the wavering millions
Who need leading but get gamblers instead
Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
Empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray-suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio
When I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and black and white
They don't look real to me
Oh don't they look so strange?
Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Let's drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's drink to the two thousand million
Let's think of the humble of birth
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Let's drink to the salt of the Bromford
Say a prayer for the common-foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back-breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the Bromford
When I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange
Raise your glass to the hard-working people
Let's drink to the uncounted heads
Let's think of the wavering millions
Who need leading but get gamblers instead
Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
Empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray-suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio
When I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and black and white
They don't look real to me
Oh don't they look so strange?
Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Let's drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's drink to the two thousand million
Let's think of the humble of birth
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
