It is early morning in the savannah. A single old male gnu steps out of the dry grass towards the waterhole without noticing the hunting pride of three lionesses. Every step closer to the water also brings the hidden huntresses closer. Watch out, Gnu! They are stalking you!
On the other side of the waterhole, a meerkat and a warthog are looking up, turning their heads from side to side. Something is wrong! They lower their breakfast made of slimy worms and crunchy beetles which tastes a bit like chicken. Slowly, they back into the tall grass to hide.
Just to return with a theatrical jump, waving jazz-hands, and bursting into song:
On the other side of the waterhole, a meerkat and a warthog are looking up, turning their heads from side to side. Something is wrong! They lower their breakfast made of slimy worms and crunchy beetles which tastes a bit like chicken. Slowly, they back into the tall grass to hide.
Just to return with a theatrical jump, waving jazz-hands, and bursting into song:
๐ต Hakuna matata, what a wonderful phrase
Hakuna matata, ain't no passin' craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna matata ๐ต
Hakuna matata, ain't no passin' craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna matata ๐ต
☣ ☣ ☣
»And in the jungle, the lion sleeps tonight? «
The llama is interrupting my early morning train of thoughts.
»Spoilsport, « I mumble.
»And what is wrong with that gnu in the picture, dude? Who is the man? Who is the gnu? Which is which? And who is who?«
»Maybe it is a were-gnu, a man by day and a gnu in the pale moonlight. One morning a gnu got bitten by a man, or a man got bitten by a gnu one night, all by the waterhole in the savannah. And now they are cursed to turn into eachother every now and than. «
»You are talking a lot of shit, dude! Gnu-shit! «
»Animal! Watch you mouth! Or we will have to wash it with soap.«
»Ah, bite me! « the animal remarks and walks out on the rooftop terrace.
The llama is interrupting my early morning train of thoughts.
»Spoilsport, « I mumble.
»And what is wrong with that gnu in the picture, dude? Who is the man? Who is the gnu? Which is which? And who is who?«
»Maybe it is a were-gnu, a man by day and a gnu in the pale moonlight. One morning a gnu got bitten by a man, or a man got bitten by a gnu one night, all by the waterhole in the savannah. And now they are cursed to turn into eachother every now and than. «
»You are talking a lot of shit, dude! Gnu-shit! «
»Animal! Watch you mouth! Or we will have to wash it with soap.«
»Ah, bite me! « the animal remarks and walks out on the rooftop terrace.
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Today is Saturday, the 9th of May 2026.




