Euty is your Bambi? How sweet! Your cuddly snuggly, wobbly-kneed little deer that you teach to ice skate with the help of an irrepressable rabbit? That’s just great of you Persephone. Here are some more hints on the proper care and feeding of your very own Bambi.
Remember, even bark is good enough when you’re starving in the dead of winter.
A flower isn’t always a flower.
Thicket good, prarie bad.
Oh no, is that smoke I smell? Run Euty! RUN!!
Poor Euty 
Euty’s your brain? Hmm… never thought you depended on him for your cerebral power, but stranger things have happened.
He’s your blood? I would not have thought, in a million years, that you guys were related. Family of the heart, perhaps… but not literal family! But it’s all good… Unless, of course, you’re taking that in the salvation sense… I’d certainly hope not.
F_X
Yes, it’s true.
I am the sand between her toes, I am the sunburn on her nose.
I’m her beach.
and they lived happily ever after…
now if only someone would tell us the beginning of the story…
Here I’d thought he was her Bunny…
Lets all have a cat-fight over Euty!
Everyone-head for Rhode Island!
This whole thing is…
bogus.
Liar.
If Euty is your brass, can I be your percussion?
Awww, isn’t that sweet. Al still has a BINKY after all these years.
Love, Betty