The Kangchenjunga jungle was especially humid today. I couldn't help but pant on my pilgrimage to the river shore. Dry season was lingering and the wind currents only brought more precipitation to the basin. The winter months were majestic and idle but I could feel the energy teeming in my bones...the same energy washing over the jungle floor that I was prowling, bursting from the leaves and jungle fauna that scurried at my presence. It meant only one thing to me: River Cod. I had waited months, like I always do for, their migrational pattern to bring them back up stream. Since I was a young cub, I loved wading in the cool refeshing water, scanning its edge for the only delicacy I ever went out of my way for...5 miles out of the way to be exact...and today, of all days, theres FUCKING ALGAE...ALL UP IN THIS BITCH!!!! I can't see a fucking thing in the river..like AT ALL!!!! I mean where the fuck did this shit come from!?!?1?!? and how stupid do I look wading around in circles trying to see through the wake that I just created!?!? This is bullshit!! and it taste horrible, its like the whole fucking river was infused with kale and I don't even get points from the attractive hipster chick that recommended 'the river' in the first place. I just want my fucking cod and I can feel the bastards brushing up against my paws!!! Sure, National Geographic got a great image of me pretending like I'm not pushing through a fucking green screen but what do I get??...algae.
