Me and Med Tiger were having a talk today. Like when we go down to the ashram to have a darshan of Bhagavan, we go for a darshan of Bhagavan. When we go to mooch iddlies, we go to mooch. That's it. Purely Spiritual.
NOT to be petted, kissed, or molly-coddled by human devotees.
As I wuz telling Tiger, our reputation for being HUGE and TERRIFYING is at stake!
As you can see in the picture above, which will soon be all over the press/TV etc, I am clearly NOT happy about being treated like some 3-year old's pet animal or troll. We have seff-respect, we rhinos shure do. This is apostris!
"Eating iddlies has shua killed my mean, macho image!" said Med Tiger, "But there ain't nuthin i can do now. It's all in Bhagavan's hands!"
(But ofcoas if it's a matter of being hugged or kissed by some little lionses or udder animalses we are more than happy. Totally thrilled we are.)
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Med Tiger,
The same thing has been happening to us! We are huge torrorfying lion cubses, but humanses keep peeking in our cave and saying here kitty kitty and wanting to scratch behind our huge terrorfying earses! Can you bleeeve it? Omcub has coloured each of his claws a different colour with permanent gel markers, and STILL people are not scared of him! We get a little warning ... we hear human voices saying things like, "I realised the Self last week," and we know that can't be true, cos anyone who has REALLY realised the Seff wouldn't have been BOASTING about it, but then they come up to the cave entrance and want to think there's no difference between our huge scratchy clawses and their little fingah nales.
love, middlecub
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