The flight to Australia could only be described as harrowing. Too many lay overs, and the whole way spent in the company of a yappy old miniature poodle that smelled like mothballs. The dog was too stupid to be scared! Towards the end it was extremely hoarse but it kept on trying to bark. I won't even mention the fact that it was incontinent and flatulent and every bark seemed to cause an equal and opposite reaction. I din't know whether I was going to sufficate or die laughing! All I can say is that the damn thing must have been hollow when we finally reached Australia.

But at last I am here and now can begin my hunt.

Yours,

Fresnelli