“When I said I wanted to get away from it all for a bit, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Taylor said.
“Beggers can’t be choosers,” Winnie retorted. “It’s not like we’re made of money. Anyway, it has great views.
“Views of what?” Taylor queried.
“The mountains, the sky, lots of things.”
“Like grass,” he said indignantly. “I was thinking the seaside, or even a city break.”
“City breaks aren’t getting away from things, they are going to things; and the seaside is full of people this time of year. This is much better. Especially since we can be alone together,” Winnie said taking his hand.
“He looked at the vast expanse of plain again, and smiled. Okay, we’ll stay,” he said. “I sure hope it has cable, though.”
I’m glad to see that romance isn’t dead, Winnie mused, as she hid the remote.
Harlinger knew he had to find his way out soon. He had been lost in the wilderness for days, and the last of his rations were now expended, yet he was no wiser as to how to make his exit. Try as he might he could not find the way, as all the surroundings seemed to be identical to him.
His concern became despair as he stumbled onto his own empty ration packets. How could I have wandered in circles, he asked himself. You might say he as bamboozled.
Jumbo hated getting stuck in line behind Follie. That elephant really had to do something about what he was eating because he had perpetual gas. These were not little poots either, they were toxic clouds, and Jumbo wondered why the leaves didn’t fall off the trees as Follie passed. All he could do was raise his trunk out of the cloud and hope for the best.