Tsunami

'twas early morning at the house, a breeze was toying with the trees. Inside the pantry lived a mouse, who nibbled there on Allan's cheese. Up on the glowing fireplace, sat Cole the turkey, he had shat onto the cat's sleep-drunken face, who now, in turn got up and spat a wad of ugly, greenish slime precisely on the old wind chime, which was the perch for Mr. Crow, who, black and shiny, mumbled 'NO'. And now the orchestra woke up, while in the kitchen with a cup the boss was seen in company: A goat from his menagerie. A mountain goat like Edelweiss, with lovely hair and soulful eyes was taking in the various species, then, with the dustpan cleaned up faeces. 'Twas feeding time now and their cries awakened all the house-poo flies, who clean up shit then look for more. Then, in the neighbourhood a cat, who lusted after Turkey Cole and would have liked to, after that take on the one who, black as coal looked like he had some flesh on bones. And further down, a giant dog spoke up in high-pitched plaintiff tones, his barking then woke in the log the long-haired wombat and his wife. In short, within so little time the neighbourhood was quite alive, poo flies were eating now the slime, the cat had stepped in Cole's gray cacca, and Al, the Crow, still on the chime.. the boss was facing some hard yakka. When suddenly a sound was heard that no one could identify. And then they saw it! Oh, my word! The ocean water seemed to fly in their direction, and at speed. Was this the song of Loreley? Was this the end? It was indeed. As Huxley said, it is quite clear, that those whose end is getting near will do their best to either find a partner who is sweet and kind, and do an in-depth exploration, a final deathbed fornication. Or, failing that, to eat a creature with a substantial fatty feature, so Fred the mouse ate all the cheese, there were three flies, so he grabbed these with lightning movements.Then he died rolled over and lay on his side. Cole saw the crow and quickly thought that from the back he looked so scrumptious, perhaps he would prove quite rambunctious, but he would force him if he fought. The cat looked at the wombat's fur and thought it may yet be a her. The dog who saw the cat jump wombat, tore off his chain, went into combat. And boss and beauty from the mountains? They jumped in bed like dormant fountains, and did what made the only sense: Got naked quickly like close friends. 'As you can see', said Allan, 'wisdom in every species plays a role.' When for the last time Lizzie kissed him the tidal wave came - got 'em all.