OH NO, IT IS I, THE GREAT GREEN FROG, AND I AM IN THE SYDNEY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT!!! WHEEE!
I've been lounging about on Mel's bag, and snackerooing on candy between naps. Mimi packed our bags last night, and I was using the computer, so I waited till FOUR in the morning before I got a proper nap.
A nice little lady on a pirate ship we visited told me to go procure a copy of Wind in the Willows, because I so remind her of this frog (or toad) or whatever in it, his name is Mr Toad. She said he was the Toad of Town Hall! Or something like that. In a vintage bookstore in Kiama, we got so veryvery close to finding a copy! An antique copy, no less! But they'd done some shifting around with their book closets and couldn't find it in time before we left ):
There was a used copy with wonderful illustrations, but it wasn't very old or very pretty, so we left it. (Yup, sometimes it's good to judge books by their covers!) Anyway, said Mimi, there were silverfish in those books. I didn't think so, but I didn't say anything because it was getting late and all that walking about on beaches and cliffs and mountain ranges and ... the great wild outdoors... had me veryvery tired indeed.
From the airport,
a happy frog.
P.S. Travelling makes me too happy i'm about to burst!