When I got word from my best mate David Drocilephisus Rangi-something that it was high time I headed out, I took it to core. In my tiny village there aren't too many exciting happenings; once an Elerd lost his way and that was a good meal. After a great recycling party, Mum gave me a ticket for the air balloon. I've never been on one and was a bit nervous.

Gosh, but do they go way up there! When we landed, I noticed I wasn't near Garnedine at all. Where was I?

I was well lost, but decided I would go by paw to the big city. Maybe by the time I had arrived I'd even have some stories of my own to tell. The land was so strange! Thick jungles filled with such creatures even GrammyPom with her wild stories could not imagine. I was glad to have my homemade Pomera with me to show everyone back home. I asked an elfin girl to take a snapshot of me in a lovely field.

I don't know why she ran away. I was hoping for tea. Ah well, I had to continue on my journey. When I finally reached the town of Portis there were towers of steel and so many people in a rush! The machinery moved in rhythm with my excited heart. A pom could lose their minds here.

A security camera caught the moment I went from pomgirl to pomlady and yet I could not celebrate fully without D. I left a note with a panda ambassador about my future whereabouts. I hope to meet up with him soon. For now, I will try and make new friends on this big adventure.

This may be a rubbish bin, and not a friend.

1 comment:
Rubbish bins are so your friends.
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