A new day as begun, we’re back at Crocoland Camp. We begin to have pet ways with the natives
who are very friendly, never minding being bitten or shaken
We keep training crocolandish wrestling
and exploring our new Territory
Some fights may occure
but reconciliation’s never far
Hazel, field botanist, try to uncover the mysteries of the grass
Harley patrols
The wind begins to blow, we are cold and tired, we seek refuge in the box that makes us travel through space
we can’t stay awake
Mummy must have suffered of the wind too
so what ?
we keep watch on her, she won’t escape
oh you caught your first rabbit ?
As for me, it’s Hazel that I’ll catch and I’ll bite his bottom
The day’s coming to its end, The little Quinquins want to go home
