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Don’t mean to derail or hijack a thread it’s just that it brings to mind a story how these beautiful creatures got their names as told by Mark Twain in his book The Diaries Of Adam & Eve

WEDNESDAY

Eve

We are getting along very well indeed now and getting better and better acquainted. He does not try to avoid me anymore, which is a good sign, and shows that he likes to have me with him. That pleases me, and I study to be useful to him in every way I can, so as to increase his regard.

During the last day or two, I have taken all the work of naming things off his hands; and this has been a great relief to him, for he has no gift in that line and is evidently very grateful. He can’t think of a rational name to save him, but I do not let him see that I am aware of his defect. Whenever a new creature comes along , I name it before he has time to expose himself by an awkward silence. In this way I have saved him many embarrassments.

I have no defect like his. The minute I set eyes on an animal, I know what it is. I don’t have to reflect a moment; the right name comes out instantly, just as if it were an inspiration, as no doubt it is, for I am sure it wasn’t in me half a minute before. I seem to know just by the shape of the creature and the way it acts what animal it is.

When the Dodo came along, he thought it was a wildcat - I saw it in his eye. But I saved him. And I was careful not to do it in a way that would hurt his pride. I just spoke up in a quite natural way of pleased surprise, and not as if I was dreaming of conveying information, and said: “Well, I do declare, if there isn’t the Dodo!” I explained - without seeming to be explaining - how I knew it for a Dodo; and although I thought maybe he was a little piqued that I knew the creature when he didn’t, it was quite evident that he admired me. That was very agreeable, and I thought of it more than once with gratification before I slept. How little a thing can make us happy when we feel we earned it.

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TUESDAY

Adam

I get no chance to name anything myself. The new creature names everything that comes along before I can get in a protest. And always the same pretext is offered - it looks like the thing. There is the Dodo for instance. Says the moment the one looks at it, one sees at a glance that it “looks like a Dodo.” It will have to keep that name, no doubt. It wearies me to fret about it, and it does no good anyway. Dodo! It looks no more like a Dodo than I do.

It’s too bad Mark Twain didn’t get to experience the age of automobiles and women drivers. nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more.