We brought along William and Emma for our wander around Halswell quarry park one fine morning. Occupied by roaring and stabbing at trees with sticks, the boys made it up and around the hill in no time, with Naomi doggedly tagging on their heels. She can’t quite keep up, despite her best efforts. Going downhill her own feet can’t even keep up with her body.
The gremlins charged up a slope under a low-hung pine tree, Naomi puffing in the rear. Charging back down again she lost her footing and did an impressive commando roll in the soft needles, coming to rest just shy of a boulder. A pick-up, a brush off, and she was good to go. “Wow!” Milo exclaimed, “she looked like a dead tahr rolling down that hill!”
“You don’t hear that every day!” laughed Emma.
Diagnosis: too many you-tube hunting videos with daddy.
Gary Larson….Far side….dung beetles….little children….sheep poo marbles in pockets….there’s a connection here somewhere.