I bet that, back when he was just a page in a nature magazine, the Subliminal Marmoset never imagined that he would see such heights, beating out a popular favorite in a contest voted on by literally tens of people. Attribute it to his good looks, the high incidence of crack addiction among 4DK readers, or the high esteem in which Pyasa Shaitan is universally held (uh, no, that's definitely not it), but, whatever the case, the fact remains that the SM is the anipal you have chosen as the one who towers head and eyeballs above the rest.
And, as for our runner-up, when asked for comment he responded at first with shock...
...and then despair.
Well, I hope you're all happy.
So, now that the Animalympics is out of the way, let's move on to other important questions:
How will I live without the Animalympics?
Over the past seven months, the Animalympics has become a regular feature of our lives. For some, it might even be said that it has become a way of life -- a refuge, perhaps, from life's trials and disappointments, or a reminder of the beauty that can still be found in a world that sometimes seem harsh and indifferent. For some it may even have become a reliable and relatively easy means of providing regular content for their cult cinema themed blogs.
In any case, now that it has come to its close, I think it's important that we see the event as a beginning rather than an ending, an opportunity to once again start washing our hair, talking to our families, and maybe finally getting that weird rash looked at (for example). True, these have been heady days, and the chances that we in our daily lives will ever again see such heights are slim to none. But we are human beings, and this is what we do. We carry on.
Good luck and may gosh bless you all.
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