So, this is a picture of me and Basta on our walk this afternoon, nosing around in someone’s orchard. And, guess what we saw? Well, you probably won't be able to guess so I’ll show you:
That’s right: cherry blossom! And it’s only the third week in February and my dad says he reckons it’s about a month early, and my mum says she thinks we’re in for a really hot summer. That won’t bother me, I think, because—being from The Island in the Sun—I’m used to a bit of heat. But I am worried about Basta because she’s from Colorado where they have lots of snow, apparently, and it gets pretty cold, and I’m not sure how well she’ll cope.
Let me show you why. This is me when we were on our way home and, suddenly, I didn’t know where Basta was:
Where’s Basta?
Pooped was the answer, apparently:
And it was only 60 degrees today. What’s she going to do when those rays are really beating down, and she can’t find 800 rain puddles to drink from? I’m sure I don’t know.
Oh, by the way, Grizzle’s mum and dad are back from their long, long journey to Australia. I know that because I saw Simon (Grizzle’s dad) on the TV this morning, bringing us all the news that’s fit to hear. But Simon didn’t say anything about climate change, or about the HUGE carbon footprint he’s been stamping all over the atmosphere. Perhaps I should send him some cherry blossom?
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