i couldn't figure out why i woke up so unusually early and felt fatally bad this morning, until i came across this piece of shocking, tragic news...

rest in peace mister steve 'the crocodile hunter' irwin, the man who taught me more than anyone else about animals, the man who was always excited like a pure-hearted child during an encounter with any single kind of species, the man who always wear the same khaki outfit, the man who always exclaims, "CRIKEY!" i forgot how many times i've heard you saying that, together with the rapidly delivered precious knowledge about wildlife on animal planet. i'll never forgot how i always have imagined myself doing what you do in the programs. crocodiles, seals, penguins, and even stingrays. i have never forgotten how many times you cheered me up during sad and bored nights of depression, bringing me around the world, showing me all kinds of animals. although we've never met in person, i always felt like we're going on wildlife adventures together as two enthusiastic boys, spend endless hours in the wild.

don't weep for your own death, mister irwin, and let me, the human species, and species and species of other animals do the weeping for we have lost a great friend, teacher, guide and most important of all, a protector. at least, you left happy while during what you truly love- something that most of the population of all species on earth could never achieve.
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do me a favour, take a little time and read about mister irwin.
here's an easy place to start with...