Bwaaaa!

I must read Hamlet. "But Ocelots don't read Shakespeare!" I moaned. But my dear Arctic Hare of a mother also known in some circles as Marc Antony, (some strange circles, granted, where they wear peasant blouses and feathered bandanas) said I must prepare for A.P. English. As if she didn't already know that ocelots don't take A.P. English either!

Honestly.