I remember that the only time I saw mello yello when I was a kid was in Mississippi. We would drive from Texas to Mississippi to visit my grandparents. I had to have it because it was different. That and RC cola.
I've finished bedazzling the purple vests for my flying monkeys! I might have gone a bit overboard on the bedazzles because they're having trouble taking off now.
The sanctuary caretakers awoke in the wee hours of morning to a mix of angry and alarmed critter noises. They leapt out of bed and dashed in all stages of undress to the source of the uproar, where the flying monkeys, flying pigs, and gryphons circled above the kraken’s pool chattering and screeching, and the vampire spiders scuttled to and fro excitedly on the fringe, keeping well out of the way of trampling feet. At the edge of the water, two beautiful jeweled tigers spread their wings menacingly and roared in outrage at the kraken, which was gripping something tightly in one of its tentacles.
As the caretakers watched in horror, one of the tigers leaped off the ground, flying to the kraken and catching one tentacle, the one that had the object, in a mighty bite. The kraken screamed in pain and dropped what it was holding. The tigers stopped attacking the kraken and dashed to the object, lying down sadly on opposite sides of it.
As the uproar died down, the caretakers slowly approached the tigers, discovering that they were guarding a lifeless tigerlily with a neat bullet hole directly in the center of her forehead. It seemed someone had been trying to get rid of a body...the veterinarian rushed over and poured a vial of golden liquid over her reviving Tigerlily. Tigerlily looked around surprised to be alive.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief until they noticed spiders scrambling in panic. The caretakers rushed to where they were and saw Spider Queen dead by the hands of the poacher.