Day Eleven: Australia
From: Dandelion Snailrider To: Mr. A-- Subject: Day 11: Strange Weather Down Under Date: December 21, 2002 Dear Mr. A--, Well, a curse once again to me and my silly slow snail! We had hoped to be in Campbell this evening, but instead made a right turn in Sri Lanka, when we should have headed straight, and now we are in Australia. Well, these things happen. Here's a picture of me at the botanical gardens in Australia. It certainly is a lovely place, with lots of friendly people! I wandered about for a bit, feeling somewhat lost, when a kindly fellow by the name of Paul Hogan took me in and gave tea to me and leaves to the Dread Snail Roberts. After that, we went for a walk and met with a bloke (an Australian word for "fellow") named Steve Irwin, who was hunting snipes with some friends of his for a show that he produces for cable television called "The Crocodile Hunter". Apparently, all of Steve's friends had told him to wait in one spot with a pillow case while they went into the bush to flush out a snipe. Mr. Irwin had been waiting for the snipe all night long! Fortunately for him, a snipe is a fierce and dangerous creature that you certainly wouldn't want to meet in any situation! I'm sure your dogs would be more than capable of defeating a dangerouns snipe. Now, as to the strange weather that Australia is having right now. I am sure that you are aware that while it is winter for you (how are the typhoons? did you receive the airlifted emergency supplies I had arranged to have sent to you?), it is summer in Australia. Now, if you look carefully at my photograph, you may notice that I am not casting a shadow! I asked a wise aborigine about this, and he attributed my condition to both strange weather patterns and oddly insufficient digital imagery, which I confess puzzles me. But then he went on to say that it certainly indicates good luck, so I can expect to be at your home by tomorrow! So keep that lawn fresh and clean, and I'll keep the haggis nice and safe! So until then, I remain, Your loyal friend, Dandelion Snailrider
There was no Day Twelve, unfortunately. So, On To Day Thirteen