Foy of the Jungle

I've had this urge recently to get out into nature, to dwell among the beasts, if you will -- to feel the aura, see the sights, hear the rumble and squawk, enjoy the entire essence of the natural kingdom. Instead, I started inviting my buddy Foy over more often. When he's inebriated, he likes to thrash around in the indoor plants and every so often will emit a high squawk. If you look away from Foy, hold your nose to avoid the pungent shock from his trousers, and just listen, you can clearly imagine yourself out in the wild. It'll have to do for now.