There is water under the seat. Where did it come from? Ask the mountain man, he knows. His knowledge is neverending, that is, until you ask him about flamingos. He is deathly frightened by flamingos. Shame on them. The way the fly about in big groups, as if they don't have any natural predators. Oh, but they do! Alligators!!!!!!! I wish I could eat some alligator. I hear it can be quite tasty. Snake too. One day maybe. But then again, maybe not. I am but dust in the wind, a mere whisp of fog disappearing as soon as the sun appears, am I not?