|Nom Nom Nom...|
I'm not really sure how to describe it, except that it is a gleeful kind of crunch. The glee runs both ways -- the wombat was surely enjoying his sugary tuber, and I was most definitely enjoying observing it. It's the kind of sound I'd like to fall asleep to.
You know what else rocks? The sound of a porcupine trying to guard his corn. Actually, procupines in general pretty much rock, especially Teddy:
My sister also rocks... she just sent me this drawing she drew for me, psychically, 3 minutes after I published this post: