It’s more like … suicide.
The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV.
Besides, attacking that battle station ain’t my idea of courage.
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