Hops, get it? Good, I don't. This boy has me clearly exhausted by now. Unfortunately he became ill on the London Eye, vomiting on a young lady who bore a resemblance to Kate (of Kate and Wills fame). The poor boy wanted to "Kiss Me Kate" but this happened to him and he became embarrassed. Said he'd had enough of London. OK fine, YOU BRAT. So, we used the toilet (I am trying to train him after he peed on himself in the Queen's presence) prior to boarding Ryan Air. You have to do that since the cheap SOB of a CEO has installed pay toilets. Naturally, me and Stocky are running low on cash. Therefore, we hope to find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow in the land of the little people. Wish us luck as we embark on our newest journey.
Be sure to follow along here for the prior Preambles, Prologue, and Chapter I: Come join in the fun as we follow Stocky to the old sod. A sodden mess of a Squirrel can provide a few laughs, after all. Without laughter, I'd clearly be more NUTZ than I already am!!