Welcome To My Ostrich Nightmare
Can someone explain this to me please.
I think if my parents had put me on top of an ostrich when I was a kid, I would have had ongoing nightmares for the rest of my life.
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If my parents had taken me someplace where a kid could ride an ostrich and refused to let me, I would have had nightmares and resentment, and that unloved feeling in the black recesses of my damaged little psyche.
Lucky kid.
I was a tiny short child. The ostrich’s legs looked a bit long for my wee self.
Didn’t Johnny Cash get attacked by an ostrich? Remember, I’m the girl with an irrational fear of catfish.
(Although I would rather ride an ostrich than a giant killer catfish. Heh.
I think this picture is what inspired the Final Fantasy guys to create giant birds for the players to ride. Just give Creepy the Ostrich magical powers and boom: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chocobo
I don’t know – when you’re a kid, is an ostrich any stranger, really, than like a horse? Or a camel? Or one of those weird bizarre creepy miniature Shetland Ponies?
I think as adults odd things like ostriches are odd because we rarely see them, while we see horses all the time. But to a little kid, to whom everything is new, one big scary animal is pretty much like another one…
Good point Barry.
Ostrich is a bit tastier than catfish, which near as I can tell tastes mostly like salt and grease. Goes well with an excess of beer, however.
Well then I’m there if beer is involved.