Hello happy froglets,
Well, what a night! My body still aches from all the laughing I did while watching Harry leaping and jumping around his tent trying to get rid of the itching powder. Oh, the memories and his dancing, it had a kind of tribal hopping thing about it. Now, I must stop thinking about it otherwise I will start to laugh again and, from the sounds of Harry’s tent, he is getting up.
“Morning, Errol,” said Herring Gull Harry as he emerged from his tent.
‘Morning, Harry,” I replied and I couldn’t resist adding in what, I hoped, was an innocent tone, “did you sleep well?”
“Like a log,” replied Harry.
“Oh,” I replied slightly non-plussed. That was not the answer that I had been expecting froglets so I added, “it’s just that I’m sure I heard some strange noises from your tent as I went to sleep last night.”
‘What would you know about strange noises and why would they have been coming from my tent?” said Harry giving me a suspicious look.
“Oh nothing,” I replied shrugging my shoulders and added, “I must have been mistaken.”
“No, what sort of noises did you hear from my tent?”
“Well ….,” (and I have to admit, froglets, that the memories of last night were starting to make me smile again, however, I did my best to keep a straight face but it was not good enough) Harry was eyeing me suspiciously.
“Errol, do you know something?”
“No, of course not.”
“Errol, it was you, wasn’t it who put the itching powder in my sleeping bag? I should have known. You rascal, just you wait.”
“But I haven’t said I did anything,” I replied.
“No? So why can’t you look at me, Errol?”
And at that point, froglets, I have to admit I burst out laughing and held up my arms as a sign of surrender. “OK, OK, I admit I did it but only for a laugh. ”
“Well, you certainly succeeded there, Errol, just you wait, I’ll get my revenge.”
And that, froglets, was our conversation at breakfast.
Revenge – Harry? Nah, it will never happen. He wouldn’t dare.
Oh well, another day of fishing lies ahead.
See ya later, froglets.
Errol
