Tasmania
Recently we went to Tasmania. Here is a picture of me at Sydney airport waiting for a human to come and help me with my boarding pass. I don't have any fingers, only paws and they got stuck in the machine. I don't understand why everyone has run away and there is no-one left when you go to check-in at the airport. The only humans I see are the ones that make me sit in a plastic tray and then put me through the radar machines that make my glass eyes go shiny for hours and hours and.... then they sometimes punch me to see if I'm hiding anything in my tummy. As if...
Here I am in front of the car I zoomed around Tassie in. Just fibbin' but it was sooooo cool and I think I would have looked pretty good behind the wheel with the wind blowing through my fur. MUM and DAD (and Unkee Kneel) hired a white car which we called TILDA. She was so dirty by the end of the week and we wore out her tyres running off the road trying to miss all the roadkill.
We drove from Hobart down to Port Arthur where all the convicts lived years ago. I made friends with the one in this picture whose name was Henry. He was sent out to Australia 'cause he stole a loaf of bread. Yikes, I'd be locked up for ever 'cause I steal people's hearts all the time. Anyway, he couldn't tell me much about his time spent as a convict. I think he may be stuffed like I am, except not with cottonwool.
Henry let me have a look in his cell. I think he was a bit of a whinger 'cause it is much bigger than the cupboard I live in with my family back in Sydney, but it is not as cosy and it was real spooky when the lights were turned off. MUM tried to leave me there, but I was saved by a couple of really nice BIG PEOPLE who I think were locals. MUM said they were probably brother and sister, but they told me they were married. I got really confused, so I didn't ask any more questions 'cause I think I saw they had three arms each. Not sure, but.... you can have a closer look at the big picture once you get past the local teddies...
MUM told me that we had to look out for any two-headed teddy bears. I didn't see any, but I did see these two Tasmanian teddies in a second-hand shop. The funny thing is they both wore frocks and they were not ladies. Not real ones like Popsicle - my girlfriend in Perth.
In fact they were both kinda weird and not very friendly. I wanted to bring them home and let them stay with me in the cupboard, but MUM said it was kinder to leave them where they were - all frocked up and nowhere to go. MUM said that was one of the hard facts of life and not to worry my little cottonbuds about it. What does she mean? Can anyone send me a message?
Here's a picture of a couple of BIG PEOPLE at Port Arthur... I think they look a bit frocked up with nowhere to go as well. Don't you?