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

but reconciliation’s never far

Hazel, field botanist, try to uncover the mysteries of the grass

The wind begins to blow, we are cold and tired, we seek refuge in the box that makes us travel through space

Mummy must have suffered of the wind too

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































































































