I must give it all my voting power, ... though ... you destroyed it in the end, sir!

I felt like being taken by the hand, strolling with you through this semi wilderness, being told some lovely news about the birds lives (nodding a long), already contented sighs escaping my chest and then and then .... this rude shaking up!

While I was still reading, I wondered whether I should really believe your longing for the cosmos in a tin can, when you are so obsessed with watching squirrels and birds and all kinds of noises and creepy-crawlies.

Oh, I suspect and fear what you will say: Of course not a tin can! It's the Porsche of space vehicles. Although I'm sure you don't say "Porsche" anymore, but what the hell, I don't care ;-)