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Nah, it must be broken Cat. I can't have been a porcupine.
Happy birthday to youHappy birthday to youHappy birthday dear ZoeHappy birthday to yoooooouuuu
Apparently I was a cat... You are an independent person who inspires others with your dreams. A calm protector, you will fight when you need to.
I was a coyote!Brutally honest, you encourage people to show their true selves.You laugh at life - none of it can be taken too seriously.That's a bit close to the bone. Sometimes those tests creep me out.
I'm with Zoe. The thing is clearly busted. I'm a deer apparently. 'Graceful and gentle, you appreciate beauty and balance.' No problem there, who doesn't? But: 'A giving soul, you are able to sacrifice for the greater good.' Not here.
Thanks, Cat. I can't remember the porcupine bit. It probably said you're covered in prickles and a pain in the arse.
Ha! It's hard to be thrilled by:a skunk!I don't care if I'm supposed to "carry myself with sensuality and a flowing energy", enjoy a good reputation and follow my own advice. Since when have skunks had good reputations anyway? This test stinks...Coy Lurker
Coy! Good to see you.I don't think of you as a skunk at all. But I do like the description -- and it's actually quite apt, n'est-ce pas?
You are a jaguar. A shapeshifter that understands the patterns of chaos.You are powerful and move without fear in dark places.I'll take it.Don't know what it means but it sounds kind of cool.
Thanks PC -- (for your welcome and kind comments re the benefits of skunkdom). I've been lurking for some time... FYI, I put in my partner's birthday and he got ... koala: You value living life at a slow, peaceful, meditative pace.You give insightful advice, helping others to overcome obstacles.This is, worryingly, quite accurate, so perhaps I will have to wear my own stinky - yet vibrant (le pant! le pant!) - label with grace. Nevertheless, my thoughts keep returning to the squashed skunk I drove over on a road in Arizona. Its "reputation" was certainly justified, and unforgettable - and, in spite of closed windows, enough to penetrate the car for several miles. Coy
Hmm, I was a deer too...
I was a swan, and now all I can think of is Fanny Brice's take on that (a la Funny Girl).
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