Let me start from the beginning, less than a moon cycle ago.
It was a dark and stormy night. Except it was daytime, so it wasn't dark. And it wasn't really that cloudy or raining or anything, so it wasn't really stormy. Otherwise, it was just like that. And that's when I first noticed them. Now I've seen a LOT of fruit in my time - trust me - but these weren't fruit. It's like they wanted you to BELIEVE they were fruit. And they surrounded the house. Ken didn't seem to get the implications or urgency of this, but he DID show me how to use his camera for video recording.
He even helped me set up a video channel on The Internet so I can share this with you:
I'll tell the world the rest shortly, when I can sneak away from their persistent presence. They seem to be everywhere now, inside and outside.
I heard they don't like water.
Tomorrow morning, I am going to a business meeting with the Ken. I think I am a consultant. A very special type of consultant apparently called a "visual aide." Maybe he needs me to keep an eye on things while he talks or something like that.
Now that I'm 2 I decided to be more professionally responsible. I'll tell you all about my adventures on sabbatical these last few months, but after I get my new journal. Hint-hint, Ken.
For now I will tell you about television. The game warden and husband have taken to watching it now that they get more than local channels. The Discovery Channel. The Learning Channel. The Science Channel. Food Network. It seems the world is now an oyster AND how to cook it. The show "Planet Earth" is the best, but Prehistoric Park is a close second. Maybe I'll have my own show someday. I think Ken's new camera can do video now. But I'll save it for my new journal, hint-hint.
I have a picture, but the file upload thingee on Kenville.Net isn't working so you just have to picture it.
I'm looking forward to the new journal Ken promised me. It should be much easier, and I plan to write more often. Maybe once a week or more. We have a lot of catching up to do, the world and I.
"I have no fear of losing my life. If I have to save a koala or a crocodile or a kangaroo or a snake, mate, I will save it." - Steve Irwin
I took off from my sabbatical to wirte this because it's too important. I found out that Steve died today. He poked a lot of things and no one got hurt. Now something poked him and he's gone. It doesn't seem fair.
Requesat In Pace
Ken got a Chinese outfit that his wife said he looked so good in he wasn't allowed to have any pictures of him wearing it on the Internet. I don't know if I will look that good, but now I have the urge to learn how to break something. Maybe Ken will teach me.
They just seem to disappear in spurts. Many fear they will not make it to next week.
I gathered a number of them to conduct a survey. They all seemed to suffer from varying degrees of stiffness and came in both bunnies and chicks of various colors. But they all share the same plight. I asked them why they were disappearing, but I don't speak their native tongue which I was told was Peep. Ken translated for me.
They seemed to be divided into two diametrically opposed camps of thought. The ones on the right said there was no problem except for a media conspiracy making it an issue. The ones on the left blame it on climate changed caused by the economic policies of some sort of bush.
I am very confused.
It's back to work today. I'm studying the recent fluctuations in the populations of chocolate and marshmallow animals. But first I want to share with you my birthday exprience at Outback Steakhouse.
Somehow I felt right at home. You call the tiny butter spreader at the dinner table a utensil? Now THAT's a knife.
I ate light to enjoy desert more. The whole local tribe even came out to sing for me and Ken helped me blow out the candles while his wife took pictures. Here's a little slideshow Ken put together for my journal. I am a very happy bear.
Click here for slideshow.
Happy Birthday Dear Alb3rt.
Happy Birthday to Me.
Do I get cake? Ken and the warden said they would take me out to dinner for my birthday in the next few days. That's the kind of schedule people live on around here. I'm surprised they don't celebrate Easter on a Monday.