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Milkshakes in Madagascar - Nov. 24, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

Strange, the way a raven drinks a spilled milkshake,

not by its built-in straw of a mouth, but ladling

from the lower beak. I keep replaying this in my mind

while reading some article in the paper about Madagascar,

a coup or something, which makes me want to know if they

drop milkshakes there and how their birds swallow it,  

with the spoon of their beak or the logical beak-straw method

 

Then my curiosity shifts to how Madagascarians

drink milkshakes, whether they straw-sip them slowly

or fast-drink and paint a mustache? And do they twirl the

half-full drink around to mix the melted with the frozen,

take a sip of each other’s to see what they missed

and make that racket with the last slurp of the straw?

 

Three out of four Yes’es would be excellent news -

meaning, they’re not different than me

no different than us

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

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