..oder warum ich ab und zu so richtig happy bin, eine Frau zu sein :-)
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"Darzee was a feather-brained little fellow who could never hold more than one idea at a time in his head, and just because he knew that Nagaina's children were born in eggs like his own, he didn't think at first that it was fair to kill them. But his wife was a sensible bird, and she knew that cobra's eggs meant young cobras later on. So she flew off from the nest, and left Darzee to keep the babies warm, and continue his song about the death of Nag. Darzee was very like a man in some ways."
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(Rudyard Kipling, "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi"
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"On this Thursday*, on this particular walk to school, there was an old frog croaking in the stream behind the hedge as we went by.
'Can you hear him, Danny?'
'Yes,' I said.
'That is a bullfrog calling to his wife. He does it by blowing out his dewlap and letting it go with a burp.'
'What is a dewlap?' I asked.
'It's the loose skin on his throat. He can blow it up just like a little balloon.'
'What happens when his wife hears him?'
'She goes hopping over to him. She is very happy to have been invited. But I'll tell you something very funny about the old bullfrog. He often becomes so pleased with the sound of his own voice that his wife has to nudge him several times before he'll stop his burping and turn round to hug her.'
That made me laugh.
'Don't laugh too loud,' he siad, twinkling at me with his eyes. 'We men are not so very different from the bullfrog."
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(Roald Dahl, "Danny The Champion of the World)
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Nunja, wenn meinem armen gestressten weiblichen Gehirn eine ganze Woche lang von Sonntag zu Sonntag partout nichts für meinen Blog einfallen will, greife ich eben auf ein paar altgeliebte weil irgendwie so befriedigende Zitate zurück ...