fleeting glances and happenstances

one time, i saw this panda and it was sitting, and eating, and it hit another panda in the head with a bamboo shoot by accident. that panda got so mad, with glaring and paw wavings, he became unbalanced and rolled down the hill. that panda got so much madder that he put on a hat and had tea with a bunny rabbit. except that the cups were empty. the cups are always empty in the forest where no tea leaves grow. milk is rare, painstakingly farmed from squirrels. the appropriate pandas themselves are flappy and unproductive in mammal juice due to their diet (bamboo and empty cups of tea) and lack of pregnancies. it seems to be a lot of work to impregnate a panda for just a spot of milk. whereas squirrels are almost always on tap. just hard to catch and even harder to coax milk out of their mammaries. one must have the jeweler's eye for detail and the nimble dexterity of the professional nostril miner. sadly, the pandas are a rarity in these times and days. the empty cups have taken their toll on the sadly misguided panda. this is not a metaphor.