Stories heal. Stories hurt. If we repeat them often enough, they become real. They make us who we are. They have such power. This I learned on the very last autumn of our childhood.
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (2019) dir. André Øvredal
just found out that stoats hunt twice the size of them like rabbits by aggressively and eccentrically dancing around it with their little slinky rigatoni bodies so it can confuse the absolute fuck out of its prey until it can get close enough to jump on its back like some shadow of the colossus shit and take it down
oh my god its called the weasel war dance and they just go off the shits apeshit little animals
Ferrets do this too. It is the best part of the flappy shirt game with a ferret.
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