A winter’s day. The mercury stood up and shouted. The polar bears’ coats were dirty and keeping cold would be next to impossible. I cross examined the witness and the witness was me. The argument in favor of the species had lost steam with the jury, and we were running out of time to ruminate.
Better hire a platypus to come in and dash the thing apart, then dish about it all, to our confidante, on a Twitter feed to Mars.