Carl's opera experience

I know!  More culture, right?!  It's a quiet day on telly today.  Earlier, I watched some humans jumping around doing 'athletics',  It made my tummy rumble, I can tell you.  Especially the triple jump.  Man, the drumsticks on them!!!

Anyway, after that, there was some opera on.  Not my Keeper's cup of tea.  He disappeared upstairs.  So, I thought, well I'll give it a bash.  Now, art was cool (see June 7 post) and literature - whilst initially confusing - was sweet (see June 15 post), but opera...  what is that all about?

CROC ROCKING
(Source: elton john)

There were lots of chunky people yodelling in a made-up language.  Usually one at a time to be fair, but it still sounded really bad.  Course, crocs know all about making noise, but our 'opera' is more functional. 

Take for example the wonderful sound that communicates the fact that a threat has been detected.  Now that's a tune.  Then there's the old juvenile croc distress call.  Music to my ears.  Sounds cruel, I know, but big crocs tend to eat little crocs, too.  Crunchy!

But my favourite croc opera sound is the old 'Mr Frisky', otherwise known as the courtship bellow.

So basically, human opera seems like a load of pointless screeching, whereas crocs rock (see pic, above).  That's my thesis and I'm sticking with it.

Arrivaderchi


Carl