The Journey of Dandelion Snailrider

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

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