So I finally got the little buggie to sit and talk with me. He said some things, I said some things, but not at the same time, for if we were to talk at the same time we would have less of a conversation and more of a noise and after all of that buzzing in mine ears I would have less noise and more conversation. Even if it were to be with Thomas. And all Thomas ever wants to talk about is himself. Unless Thomas be a badger with my hair, I wish not to talk about Thomas and I do not think he be a badger. Thomas be more of a tadpole. Oh! Badgers! With hair! So when I was having my conversation with the little buggie, him talking, and me talking, he told me he had come across a badger with a lock of hair the same color as the hair that remained on my head. He said the badger seemed a most likable fellow. He asked the badger what he would do with the hair he had, since he did not seem to be wearing it, but carrying it very carefully in a large sack, the badger said it was a super secret private important can not tell anyone must be carried out mission. The little buggie asked where the super secret private important can not tell anyone must be carried out mission would take him. The badger said that he could not tell the buggie where the super secret private important can not tell anyone must be carried out mission would end, but he did say that his first stop to a place with waffles and a capital brussel sprout. He also said there was a race of small people about the height of three apples, if one were to take it upon oneself to stack three apples, that came from this land. I tried to stack apples after our conversation, it was quite hard, I never could get them to stand on top of each other. I gave up and juggled the apples. Then I ate them becuase I had quite a hunger after all of the apple stacking and juggling. I do not speak fluent little buggie, but I am off to find this land of waffles hopefully it will not take very long, as I have eaten all of the apples I was stacking.
