Clucking Octopus

"...and on that farm he had an octopus, E I E I O! With a 'Cluck! Cluck!' here and a 'Cluck! Cluck!' there, here a 'Cluck!', there a 'Cluck!', everywhere a 'Cluck! Cluck!'..."

And now you know.

Plus: bonus photo!

What kind of person are you dropping from your chamber into the street every morning?

"The fate of the country does not depend on how you vote at the polls -- the worst man is as strong as the best at that game; it does not depend on what kind of paper you drop into the ballot-box once a year, but on what kind of man you drop from your chamber into the street every morning." -Henry David Thoreau, On Man and Nature