I wonder what you look like, my funny fuzz-lings.

Do you have long homunculus trunks that 'pendule' and sway all a-snorffle?
Have you tufts and thatches of bristling whiskers in unusual places upon your head or extremities?

Oooo, how I do hope so.

I imagine you much taller than your spine would indicate - a great grinning gallumpfer with glinting eyes and one front tooth that (if held upside down and examined closely) resembles some kind of... inverted front tooth.

Oh, how I hope these things to be true.
Are you wing-ed?
Do you flit and flutter - your bonnet be-buzzled?

I know i do.

Though I am cursed to walk bi-pedal upon this levy round, my spirit longs to hang inverted - clinging bravely to the underside of... uh...things that... have undersides and stuff that I... am not too heavy to be stuck hanging upside down from. And, should gravity betray me and should I fall, I have it in a wish to spread forth great jeezley wings that protrude from... my bottom and make small farting noises when i flap them. Point and laugh if you will, I will mind you not, for i shall be there, high above, soaring through the ether, bum-wings all a flutter and I shall laugh a hearty laugh and YOLP my mighty viking YOLP and shout to the four cardinal winds... "HOLY CRAP! ARE YOU SEEING THIS? CHECK IT OUT! I GOT WINGS COMIN' OUT OF MY BUTT!"

And then I shall awake again, raise my groggy head from the slump and dint of the keyboard and quietly press... "send"