It was very restful there and apart from the hum screech chatter of cicadas crickets birds mozzies and the 1000 froggies in the pond down the slope, it was super quiet.
I wish we could have stayed longer.
For some reason, since we were in the middle of nowhere, Cushion thought he could just open the door and say, "Go on, Georgia, go walk. Go toilet!" But of course, I wasn't silly and didn't wander too far on my own. I remembered what Ms Jean said and I didn't want to get lost.
Besides, there were scary animals outside.
You can laugh but these brush turkeys had beaks.
"You in the tree!""Stop staring at me, please."
We found a lovely bush trail nearby.Can anyone tell us what these plants below are?
They looked similar to pawpaw trees and were about the same height as well, but the fruit were smaller. No one was game to try them. It was too beautiful a day to get crook.
It was the cutest thing ever! I couldn't resist
The manure was very tasty!
I would have eaten a whole lot more if The Typist hadn't started screaming.We thought this could be a nursery, the place where the humans who owned our cabin grew their vegetables, herbs and fruit.
My favourite fruit in all the world wasn't ripe yet, which was unfortunate.[Not that I would have stolen it or anything.]
We really liked this little shack! I could see my humans getting starry-eyed. My guess is they probably saw themselves living like this, in the middle of nowhere, growing their own stuff and living off the land and rainwater.
It didn't take them long to realise there were mozzies biting them, it was very hot, there was no airconditioning, probably no cable telly either, oh! how about flush toilets? and it was a bit far from any decent looking patisserie.
This did not look like a Nespresso machine.
snooping wandering around for a good 10 minutes, it was time to go back to our cabin. Which is, of course, where I dramatically collapsed and was rescued from death's door by being unceremoniously splashed with 7 pots of cold water. Yes, Ms Rose, I think it was 7.
On the way back to the cabin, we met a man who told us a dwarf named Smurf lived at the shack.
A. dwarf. named. Smurf.
My goodness! How I wish we'd met him! My humans were quite mortified that they had so rudely trampled all over his little house.
I wonder if Smurf was inside the whole time, keeping very quiet and wondering how on earth his hideaway had become a tourist attraction.
Here's a special treat for you! It was a bit hard to capture and is quite soft, so please turn up the volume. I hope you like it!
Any guesses what it might be?