Dancer's Log...

Woke up with a start. Instant sit up position, defence mode level - defend and attack.

In the utter blackness and dead of night I distinctly heard a low vicious growl of a some heinous predator.

There it is again...........LISTEN...............can you hear it??????

Ah....oh....um.....sorry guys...it's just my stomach. Honesty, I thought...oh well.

ZZZZZ


Dancer's Camp Log [Episode 1]

 

You are not an intruder - just another Camp Babbler - and that's just fine by me.

 

"What's that?" "What's what?" "That?" "That what?" "That...that thing?" "What thing?" "That brown thing at the door." "What brown thing at the door?" "Oh, that." "Its my walking stick,..it must have fallen over." "What did you think it was?" "I hate snakes!" "It's not a snake." "I hate things that look like snakes." "It's not a a snake." "Don't worry about it." "I hate snakes." "Go back to sleep." "I hate snakes...and spiders too!." "Okay...okay...we heard you." "Greg." "What?" "What's that thing crawling up your sleeping bag?"

ND