booster17 assigned the letter W to me.
1) Wombat. My wonderful wife. Today is our 20th wedding anniversary. I love her. She will always come first with me.
2) Walrus. An alternative form for The Key, and one of the highest ranks of my Seal of Approval icons.
3) Wildebeest. I've always regarded this migratory mammal, with its long sad face, as intrinsically humorous. Also delicious.
4) Wallaby. One of the Isle of Man's largest wild animals. They escaped from the Wildlife Park and flourished. In the park they seem to spend their time just sitting doing nothing but that's because the Escape Committee is well-organised and warns of the approach of humans.
5) Waldrapp. An endangered species of ibis that is being bred in the Wildlife Park. Memorable because they are just so unbelievably ugly. No wonder they're endangered, I bet they only shag during total eclipses of the sun.
6) Wolverine. I've always liked this insanely savage animal ever since as a child I read 'Tupu, tupu, tupu' by Peter Krott; the account of one man's attempt to do the impossible and raise wolverines as pets. Their habit of eating the neighbours' reindeer made Mr Krott rather unpopular on occasion, IIRC.
7) Wombles. Small furry animals who live on Wimbledon Common and gather up litter. For some strange reason when they appeared on 'Top of the Pops' they were seven feet tall and weighed three hundred pounds. Some of the litter must have been radioactive. I have written BtVS/Womble crossovers but only in drabble form so far. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
8) Watchers, Council of. A very important organisation within the Buffyverse who (with the exception of Giles) never seemed to do much to help the Slayer.
9) Wankers, Council of. A bunch of tossers playing with themselves. But at least they come when the Slayer calls.
10) Walloon. A native of the Wallonia region of southern Belgium, speaking a specific dialect of French. In 1982 a delegation of Belgian Trade Unionists, members of the Communist Party from the cities of Namur, Wavre, Bastogne, Malmedy and Charleroi, came to the North-East of England to support their English comrades in the struggle against Margaret Thatcher. There were supposed to be a symbolic 100 of them but one couldn't make it. Even so it was an unforgettable sight when they paraded past my house and it inspired me to write a song commemorating the time when "Ninety-nine Red Walloons went by ..."