booms and bangs

And last we saw our heroin she had just found the cave that she so badly needed, one with an inside spring and no bears lurking around the corners. She has moved in, settled in, painted her corner of the kitchen yellow, put her bed in a spot where there is a break in the rock and a slit of daylight beams in at dawn. She is happy.

Yesterday was the 4th and interpol never called in. The day was free to banter around the forest looking at all the neat things - things that she had forgotten. She took the furry creature out to mingle with other of the species. And later that evening, went to see a pathetic attempt at fireworks - with the only redeeming factor was going with someone who she had lost touch with for awhile. She was happy.

And so, on the way back from the celebration, dark creatures lurked behind the trees. Our unsuspecting girl walking back to the cave, in a state of complete oblivion, unaware that anyone would want to pounce on a day such as this...

But they did - in a frenzy of red and blue and white streaks across the sky - they came - blasting around her head like fire flies on Ritalin - they came. Dive bombing and scooting by her ear making loud zipping noises... and did she have her laser??? No. Why would she need it? Everyone should be on holiday. She jumped into the air and clung onto a branch. The critters kept buzzing by her -- she climbed higher - but as she climbed the critters became denser - where finally the thickness became suffocating....

tune in next time to see how she escapes from these crazy flying aliens...