Wednesday, 14 March 2012
We be under attack now from every which way. There be something nasty in the pond making green slime bubbles and still countless frogs disporting in the murkiness. I went to take the towel off of the bushes as it be nearly bath day and had such a scare I be shaking and quivering as I were bit by a giant buzzing bee. Then the old gander stabbed his beak in me good leg.