Private Jet Daydreams

Where would you go if you had a private jet?

Right now?

Yeah.

Probably Canada. Or Alaska. Somewhere way up north where there are mountains and forests. I’d like to stay in a secluded cabin. Maybe do some fishing.

I didn’t know dung beetles fished.

We do. We just do it with our back legs and use a mirror.

Oh.

How about you?

I’d probably go to Europe. Do some backpacking. Maybe I’d start in Amsterdam or something and make my way down to the Greek Isles. I’ve always wanted to see them.

I didn’t know sloths backpacked.

We don’t. I was thinking maybe I could pioneer the sport of sloth backpacking.

That’d be cool.

Yeah, I’d be revered.

Really? Revered? Not just acclaimed or celebrated? Praised or applauded? I mean, revered is pretty big stuff. I’ll have to check, but I think it’s like two degrees from worshipped.

I know. But it’s there for the taking.

Well, then, take on. Take off. Take it away.

Whenever I think about going to Europe, though, I’m worried that people are going to think I’m inferior. That I shouldn’t be there, you know? To be honest, I’m worried that they’ll beat me until I go home.

You don’t think they have laws against that kind of thing?

I guess so but I’m worried they’ll find a loop hole.

You worry too much. Go to Europe. Become revered.

You’re probably right.