Getting Antsy... (by Locksley)

Young Lizzy is taking here time getting trips and such ready to go. I understand completely that she needs to save up, nd collect her needs and such things, but why does it take a human so long? I don't bring anything, and can forage as I go. If Lizzy could manage this kind of simpliciity, there would be much more to write about.

But, I see that writing needs be done, to keep our dearest readers (Lizzy's term, not mine)interested, I am going to tell you about a visit I may be taking quite soon to my friend Guy Fox.

He's quite 'a good chap' as he would say, from England. He has been living close to here for a few years now though, ever since the Fox Hunting became out of control in the area he lived.

I am planning to visit him for the Christmas season, as Lizzy will most likely not miss me at all. I find cameras too cumbersome, and who wants pictures of others anyway, so I am warning you that there will be none of Guy Fox, as much as I'm sure he'd like it.

So that is all for now, and I have nothing more to say...

(A Note From Lizzy, who saw this AFTER it was published: I am planning to invite Guy Fox over for the New Years, and there will be pictures. And further more, understanding that Locksely's brain is too small to hold one complete thought in his head, he types so slow, and he probably kept getting up to do stuff, you will understand how this post makes virtually no sense whatever.Peace! )

(A note from Lockley: My brian is a perfect size, and it doesn't hold more than it absolutely nessessary, and I can make sense with a complete thought. So don't pay attention to Lizzy. She is jealous of my superior writing skills!)

(Another note from Lizzy: I am not! And furthermore, you smell like fish!)

(Another note from Locksley: I don't see how smelling like fish has anything to do with this. Jealous!)