2nd day at Crocoland Camp

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

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Summer camp for the knightpetresses too

Gwen came home for some days as her family drove to the far south of France.

Why go so far to find sun and heat ? It’s really hot here

Gwendolyn tries to look as ladylike as Princess Mum

no poor imitation !

But the leopard can’t change his spots…

One could wonder wether this two ones are not the puppies that played in the pen this afternoon

Flash back, one year before

Though they’ll soon be one year, they are still the puppies that played the same games and still have as much fun as they had playing mocked fight

One toy, two sisters

which one would have it ?

It’s Zen meditation that gives me so much strength

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Summer camp

Living outside is tiring

Today’s programm is an open air day

Mummy doesn’t like Nanny’s ideas

a light meal to welcome us

a little nap to recover from the journey

We didn’t come all that way just to sleep isn’t it ?

Yes, we should do something… but what ?

What about seeking adventures ?

A strange jungle covers our new playground

Stay behind me Hope, it could be dangerous

Her confidence in me is absolute, she fell asleep

Daily activities go on

Everything’s allright

Still an other barrier to stop us from exploring the world

The day’s hot an thirsty

I’m concentrating

and here I am !

It’s too hot to move like that

I’m under attack !

I don’t like this blanket

You should come here, this one is perfect to have a little nap

I’m fed up, I want to go back to Crocoland

Nanny ? Are you here ?

Meanwhile, boys are sleeping in the shadow of the fountain

Going home ? Now ? I’m too tired for that

I’m feeling sleepy too

defeated by a weed…

a wubby to share dreams

and then, we were back home

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The Call of the Wild

Tonight, we discovered a new dimension in the Crocoland : the courtyard

Honey can’t believe it : an other world

It takes more than a new world to impress the puppies

hummmmm it smells good there

And how do you call this place ?

Poor little one, already put in jail

Me ? In jail ?

Is it possible to escape ?

Are you really sure it’s safe to make an escape riding a bike ?

Be confident sisters, my firstname’s Harley

I don’t understand, it will not start…

Do you think it’s possible to break free ?

Ah ah ah to ride away with a bike, and you didn’t even notice it was just the helmet, not the motorcycle

Hey little ones, that is the way out

Damn, impossible to go through

Nanny, help us pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase

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La ruée vers l’or

Nanny nous avait déjà fait sentir et même goûter ces petites pépites dorées. Ce matin, alors qu’Honey patrouillait, elle a senti une odeur alléchante. Elle s’est approchée et a immédiatement reconnu les petites pépites. Elle est venue nous chercher afin de nous faire profiter de l’aubaine. On s’est dépêchés car Maman les dévorait à toute vitesse. Nous avons tout de même réussi à lui en chiper quelques unes.

Ce soir, nous sommes tombés sur un filon très prometteur

Après, on a voulu remonter dans le panier.

Halte-là, on ne passe pas ! Vous n’auriez pas quelques pépites à déclarer ?

Mais qu’est-ce que c’est que cette histoire ? Les pépites, je les ai mangées, comme toi !

Elle m’énerve hein !

Quand je pense que c’est moi  qui vous ai indiqué où trouver les pépites

vous êtes des ingrats

je te l’avais dit que tu t’en mordrais la patte de cette idée stupide

va falloir trouver un plan B pour garder toutes les pépites pour nous

je m’demande ce qu’ils complotent

Maman, si tu manges encore nos pépites, je te dévore tout crue

la fièvre de l’or l’a vraiment gagnée

réfléchissons

Nous aussi on en veut des p’tites pépites Maman !

ouh ça sent le roussi

je me demande comment tout ça va finir

Je te dis qu’on en trouvera encore assez demain pour nous tous des pépites

pessimiste va !

optimiste va !

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