A lynx ( /ˈlɪŋks/; plural lynx or lynxes) is any of the four species within the Lynx genus of medium-sized wildcats. The name "lynx" originated in Middle English via Latin from Greek word "λύγξ", derived from the Indo-European root "*leuk-", meaning "light, brightness", in reference to the luminescence of its reflective eyes. There is considerable confusion about the best way to classify felids at present, and some authorities classify them as part of the genus Felis.
Neither the caracal, sometimes called the Persian lynx or African lynx, nor the jungle cat, called the swamp lynx, is a member of the Lynx genus.
Lynx have short tails and characteristic tufts of black hair on the tips of their ears. They have a ruff under the neck, which has black bars (not very visible), resembling a bow tie. They have large, padded paws for walking on snow, and long whiskers on the face.
Their body colour varies from medium brown to goldish to beige-white; and occasionally, is marked with dark brown spots, especially on the limbs. All species of lynx also have white fur on their chests, bellies and on the insides of their legs, which are extensions of the chest and belly fur. Also, the lynx's colouring, fur height and paw size varies by its climate range—in the Southwestern United States, the fur and colour are short-haired, dark and the paws are smaller and less padded; as the lynx ranges to its colder northern climates, the fur gets progressively thicker (for warmth), the colour gets lighter (for camouflage) and its paws enlarge and become more padded (for snowy environments). The paws may become larger than a human hand or foot.
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In episode 1, The Choker has escaped from jail and is running amok. Only Nightwatch can catch her. In episode 2, heroes Rush and Bedbug team up to take down a horde of crappy robots. Episode 3 brings us Syren, a mild mannered secretary until help is needed! In Episode 4 we see the local asylum under attack from within, villain Cinders is running amok, burning the place down and only Lynx can take her down! Episode 5 ends the series with Talon, a vigilante chosen by the sexy alien Huntress as a mating partner.
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It's winter in Woodland and Franklin is excited about spring coming because his new baby sister will be born. Following the lead of a myth his mom told him, he assumes the role of a Knight and sets out to the woods on a quest for spring.
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[first lines]::Narrator: Franklin could count by twos and tie his shoes. He loved warm spring showers, hot summer days and crisp autumn winds. He also loved the winter because winter meant snow and playing in the snow made him very happy. One January, when the snow laid deeper and thicker than anyone in Woodland could remember, Franklin was especially happy. Something was about to happen that would change his life forever.
Franklin Turtle: Snow, snow and more snow.::Beaver: You know, it must be the snow hiding spring.::Rabbit: We've gotta search far and wide.::Bear: High and low.::Franklin Turtle: Search for a place that doesn't have snow.
Snail: Just as I thought. Now that Franklin's going to be a big brother, he doesn't need me anymore.
[last lines]::Franklin Turtle: Do you remember bringing me home from the hospital?::Mrs. Turtle: It's a day I'll never forget, my green knight.::Franklin Turtle: Oh, I almost forgot. [placing a cherry blossom in his new sister's crib] This is for you, Harriet. By the way, I'm Franklin. I'm your big brother.
Armadillo: Hey, who do you love more: your Mom or your Dad?::Franklin Turtle: That's a silly question! I love them both!::Armadillo: Exactly! And my parents have plenty of love for both me and my little brother. Nothing to worry about, right?::Franklin Turtle: Right.
Franklin Turtle: Guess what. We're having a party tomorrow.::Beaver: Are we invited?::Franklin Turtle: Well... no.::Rabbit: If you're having a party, why aren't we invited?::Franklin Turtle: I think it's only for grownups.::Beaver: Your family's not having a baby shower, are they?::Franklin Turtle: What's wrong with a baby shower?::Rabbit: The baby's not even born yet and already your family's throwing parties for it?::Beaver: Enjoy your parents while you still can.
Beaver: Grownups can't help it. They go ga ga over babies. Ga ga.::Rabbit: Ga ga.
Snail: [staring at a snowturtle that represents Franklin's coming sibling] You're really lucky, Baby Turtle. You're gonna have big brother who'll make sure you're never late for school or parties. He'll help you with your homework and he'll play fun games with you. [sobs] But most of all, you're lucky because you'll have Franklin.
You're an island of a girl
A drift in a world with the rising tide
You know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy ride
With your alters made of trash
The aftermath of disposable dreams
You know you were born for more than what machines provide
I would write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phone even though it sounds kind of rough
Just a little something to remember me by
You're an ocean of a girl
Surrounding a world with a blackening tide
You know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy tide
With your alters made of bones
The aftermath of disposable dreams
You know you were born for more than what dreams provide
I would write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phone if you like it enough
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
You're an island of a girl
A drift in a world with the rising tide
You know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy ride
With your alters made of trash
The aftermath of disposable dreams
You know you were born for more than what machines provide
I would write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phone even though it sounds kind of rough
Just a little something to remember me by
You're an ocean of a girl
Surrounding a world with a blackening tide
You know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy tide
With your alters made of bones
The aftermath of disposable dreams
You know you were born for more than what dreams provide
I would write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phone if you like it enough
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Just a little something to remember me by
Young blood
Stick it out
Face or palms to the sun
Run through the muck for you
Fill your bucket from the river
Oh love
Pick it up
I got your back and front and sides
These are the hands and minds of a giver
Ooh ooh ooh
Young blood
Ooh ooh ooh
Young Blood
She opened her arms
Her arms to the world
The world
Bent down to remind her
To open her ears
Her ears
To the sound
The sound of the song that would define her
She opened her eyes
Her eyes
To the gaze
Of the face of the stranger who helped her
No longer held captive
A captive
To the race
He erased the chains that compelled her
Young blood
Stick it out
Face or palms to the sun
Run through the muck for you
Fill your bucket from the river
Oh love
Pick it up
I got your back and front and sides
These are the hands and minds of a giver
Ooh ooh ooh
Young blood
Ooh ooh ooh
Young blood
She opened her arms
Her arms to the world
The world
Bent down to remind her
To open her ears
Her ears
To the sound
The sound of the song that would define her
She opened her eyes
Her eyes
To the gaze
Of the face of the stranger who helped her
No longer held captive
A captive
To the race
He erased the chains that compelled her
Young blood
Stick it out
Face or palms to the sun
Run through the muck for you
Fill your bucket from the river
Oh love
Pick it up
I got your back and front and sides
These are the hands and minds of a giver
Ooh ooh ooh
Young blood
Ooh ooh ooh
I want to get you in my skin
Shining like the ocean
Only then can I awake
And feel myself begin
I want to fight for my own strength
Cracking through the pavements
Bones of harmony
And fleshing running to see
My skeleton of stone
My heart of burning bone
My rapturous tone
My aching for home
My dancing on my tomb
My butterfly wings are sewn
My aching for home
If you want my spirit hold
Release me let me go
Only then can I awake
To wreck my own payroll
I want to the freedom to devour
Every precious hour
Like it is the only reason for what I'm feeling
My skeleton of stone
My heart of burning bone
My rapturous tone
My aching for home
My dancing on my tomb
My butterfly wings are sewn
My aching for home
I want to get you in my skin
Shining like the ocean
Only then can I awake
And feel myself begin
I want to fight for my own strength
Cracking through the pavements
Bones of harmony
And fleshing running to see
My skeleton of stone
My heart of burning bone
My rapturous tone
My aching for home
My dancing on my tomb
My butterfly wings are sewn