I don’t know how this notion ever got lodged in my head; but when I was a little boy, I wanted to be a zebra when I grew up. Adult humans just didn’t seem all that big a deal to me. Zebras were so much cooler!
My Grammie thought this very charming. The last time she gave me a stuffed toy zebra, I was 30 years old. I still have it in my living room.
Looking at this little video stirs strange rustlings in my soul. Really, now, what would you rather grow up to be–someone who sells insurance to people who’d just as soon not have it, or one of these snazzy horsey things that makes such weird noises? Would you rather sit at a desk or run all around East Africa?