Reginald, Lord of the Highlands
Perched like a potato-shaped philosopher, this marmot surveys his kingdom: peaks, valleys, and an all-you-can-eat buffet of grass.
A Life of Leisure (and Loud Whistles)
Marmots don’t rush. They rise with the sun, snack, sunbathe, scream into the void (literally — they whistle to warn others), then eat again. It’s a lifestyle. It’s a statement.
The Daily Routine
🥬 Breakfast: dew-fresh dandelions
🌞 Sunbathe dramatically
📣 Whistle at anything suspicious (or just for fun)
😴 Nap
🍽️ Second breakfast
But Don’t Be Fooled
Behind that fluffy exterior is a survivalist. Marmots spend summer getting chunky, then disappear into burrows for a winter-long hibernation party. No emails. No stress. Just vibes.
Final Thought
This marmot? He’s not just sitting on a hill. He’s reminding us to slow down, soak in the view, and take snack breaks seriously.
Long live the marmot.