Dear Mr. Attenborough,
You are a nickel away from a century in this joint and nobody would ding you for shooting bottle episodes at this point.
Yet, here you are following the paths of your cameramen’s derring-dos, living a life with no points to lose.
Dear Winky Deer,
Well, I must quick-step behind their shoes because if I took a britska, surely this old man would snooze.
And, aging takes more than it gives as I am sure you know, doe, so to preclude it turning heinous, go, go, go.
Nictitating Naturalist ; )