<       > The Dick is Natural, The Dick is Sunshine Kick open the cabin door and it's the exhaust from a rocketship made of dicks. But everyone died a long time ago. What animal could construct such a smell? What animal is dying to build a space station? Forget it. Close the door. Light the honey candles. Make some pancakes and some sunny-side eggs. Stare out the window into the beating heart of the forest. Keep staring. Something is winking back.