This week I’m in
But the Moko’s done all that. And besides, it’s way too cold out to wander about along the
So it’s a quiet night in the hotel with me and my Haribo crocodiles. We’re playing Frogger. Whoever can make it across the bed before I eat them wins safe harbor.
(What the crocodiles don’t know is that my hand is much faster than their marshmallow-gelatine legs. They don’t stand a chance.)