Well, at least it rained a couple of times in Narnia this week so I didn't have to wander around watering my fields of flowers. I have a lot of flowers.
I had some wisdom, a close scrape, and a dangerous encounter (and I'm not talking about Checkers' oddly inappropriate proposition here). Make the jump to see what I mean!
Great. I usually love hearing the new nicknames my friends come up with for me, but "Old dog?" Really? Nobody wants to be a dog, and nobody wants to be old. Plus, you can't teach them any tricks! And I know that I love learning new tricks!
Um, okay? I guess that makes sense? (Methinks Pascal has been spending a bit too much time under the sea...)
I had a close call with Curly this week. See, first he came up to me and told me he was going to move. I asked him not to, and he freaked out, saying that the decision had been made, and there was nothing that could be done. I was upset, but willing to live with it. But then something crazy happened. The whole world froze, and when I returned to Narnia, Curly again told me he was going to skip town, but this time when I asked him not to, he told me I'd changed his mind! That never happens! Even if the world freezes and you have to go back and start over, things are usually the same. I know. I totally tried that with Pippy to keep her from moving. She never changed her mind. I guess Curly's less decisive.
And here you see me narrowly escaping death once again. Honestly, why are there scorpions in Narnia? I thought they lived in the desert or arid climes? I know it hasn't rained much all summer until now, but come on! I'm just strolling along watering my flowers and chatting with my neighbors, and all of a sudden a scorpion comes out of nowhere and tries to kill me? What is that all about?
Okay, to be fair, as you can see, I had my net out because I spotted it and tried to capture it. So I guess it's kind of my own fault for not running away. I was lucky I just passed out and woke up in front of my house! Although now that I think about it... how do I get back there when I'm unconscious? Who carries me home? The scorpion?