I always wondered Amerindians’ tales were populated by so many animals. There always was a crowd of crows, a crew of shrews, rabid rabbits, ever beavers or rocking rococo racoons. And nothing like a Groundhog Day.
In contrast, when I was a child, I always had a hard time to even see any furry animal. Just a cat’s meeow in a while. They are so shy, overseas. Maybe I was too furious too. Dunno, but damn still.
Now it’s just like they are at every corners. It’s not only about rodent dances, funny bunnies, chirpy chipmunks, but when you may open the door : “Oh dear… A deer!”. Plain city, a deer. Never would have I imagined something like that. That’s one reason why America rocks.