What would you do if you met a Jibboo?

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For me? Run. Like. Blazes. I don't trust that guy for a second.

How about you?
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Um, what is it? Looks like a walking crow to me. o.o
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The creature is from "Oh, the Thinks You Can Think" by Dr. Seuss. I am pretty sure it's supposed to be a demon from the netherworld. At least, that's what it looks like to me.
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Dr Suess critters have always creeped me out. I think I'd sooner think it was big foot, though, and hope it wouldn't see me.
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It looks sad and lonely and hungry to me. I'd offer it a place to stay for the night and a warm meal.
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger.
To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!

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I'd wonder if it were the unholy love child of JabberHut and chibibo.
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...It looks like a walking chimney-brush. If I had a chimney, I would probably give it a job.
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