Strange days.  The humans gathered at lunch and raised their voices in song.  I do kind of admire their ability to all sing together, and they don't even throw their heads back when they howl.  It's amazing how the voices carry nonetheless.  Todays song went something like "Happy Bird day to Pam, Your as old as the sand, Happy bird day ear jam.  Happy third day to you."  

I don't pretend to understand this human ritual.  Usually it is followed with blowing on flaming sticks and the eating of cake.  I've only tried the crumbs of the sweet cake and let me tell you that enduring the humans song is well worth the ear ache.  But today, there was no cake to be found.  Instead, an arrangement of sweet smelling fruit pieces appeared instead. 

There must have been something extra special in that fruit because Brawny Brandon and Patient Pam started acting very strange.    Mother always steers clear of the fruit -- now I think I know why. 

Brawny Brandon thought one of the red fruit pieces could look just like his tongue.  Sambuca took one look at the odd party and thought he'd try to fit in.  He managed the look pretty well, and without a strawberry.  He's more talented than I thought.