A dark, warm place. You can often find **** here, curled up into a tight round ball and breathing softly. Perhaps you may even find her, on a rare occasion, awake. She loves company, but limits it to one or two creatures at a time. The place is small and intimate, so no horseplay and wild antics. Those dirt walls can cave in at any minute! (smile)
A log, (a trunk or branch of a fallen tree) with a hole through its middle. Strange you didn't know that? Where have you been living? Geesh!!"
A very tranquil place. The sun is just overhead and peeking through a few scattered clouds. There is a drunken rainbow here complaining about a tired end and fallen arches, ignore it if you can. It always does that at this time of the day. Two bubblehogs are discussing the change in the music of Billy Joel and why CD's don't NEED that hole in the middle. Fascinating, only if you are drunk. There are a few trees here, but they are antisocial and hate when anyone comes near them. Elm has a real problem with creatures wanting to be all under him and hanging old tires and stuff from his arms while expecting him to amuse their brats. Who decided that trees are great babysitters anyway! It's enough to give you root rot. This is a place to come and just be tired. No social rules and faces are needed here. Sit and vegetate to your hearts content. There's always someone here whose misery will make you smile and they in turn will smile at you. That's what it's all about.
Long ago....in a galaxy far, far away..er..sorry...wrong Moo. Nibbler's Point once belonged to a couple of spiders who kindly asked **** to take her lunchbreak in another location. **** considered their request and after doing some quick math involving mass and size differential, became the proud NEW owner of Nibbler's Point. All creatures are welcome here as long as their leg count does not equal the number eight. Not surprisingly then, **** smiles at the double meaning of Nibbler's Point.