One mans tale of Love, Honour, Betrayal, oh and Penguins
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Day 48
Still no movement from either of us. I twitched an arm, maybe I could open a crate. This elected a squawk from this lone animal that was picked up by a chorus of voices right behind the door I was still resting on
Hi there,
Im Ozle, im about 'this' tall' and have the full complement of body parts and all that jazz.
Im here because the little voices told me to put this in a blog, God knows why. I shall ask him one day
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