I've always thought a squirrel tail would make a great handle. But usually I was thinking about how it was a handle to pick up a squirrel, not a cup.
You don't need giant wings to fly in your own way.
I like to think that whatever is in the bowl was dropped in there all in one big lump. Sploosh!
Like subtle little quiet ghosts creeping up on your earholes.
Do you have bad aim and a desperate need to save your pennies?