[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]

Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna… the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.

[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]

Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.

[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]

Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight… These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.

[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]

Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.

[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words “Your donation can make a difference” appear in white text on the screen.]

Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.

[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]

Can I offer you a cane in these trying times?

laughs in lower back pain

I’ll see what I can do… Appreciate the input.

Suggestions?

How does it compare to Firefox feature-wise?

Not sure about that, you shock the right kind of rock the right number of times and it can do math… you shock one of these clowns, the closest thing you’ll get them to do is meth.

Cool story bro, go vote.

Thanks choom, you reminded me to reinstall Sponsorblock.

I couldn’t figure out why they were printing a potato…

This 100% did not go the way I was expecting. I was thinking it was gonna be a bebop remix of the king of the hill song. This was infinitely better.

Damn… that blows. Had it on my wishlist for a while waiting for it to hit 1.0

Ahh yeah, good point. I didn’t think about the feed lot portion.

McDonald’s should become their own meat packer and interface with the farmers direct. Everyone gets the best deal that way and cut out the asshole middleman driving everything through the roof.

The fact that the number is non-zero makes me chuckle.

That being said…

WTF time line did we wind up in that makes this a true and valid statement lmao

The shipments of the Koran and Torah are on the way too, right?

DQXI is a good one if you’re into the villain winning the first round.

Fucking nailed it neighbor, well said.

Look into soft landings under your trees, native plants and grasses. If space is limited feel free to target your desired species with their host plants, such as milk weed for monarchs. Don’t be afraid to let your fence rows and ditches grow, low traffic areas are great for growing native plants.

And doctor…and classmate…and news reporter…and…

Valentines day was super eventful…