day five - picnic

A Card from Ronpost

Dear Percy & friends,

We are going on a picnic as promised. The ancient camper van thing is very slow and I am HUNGRY. The spiders have opened their web-basket and are eating - fly sandwiches, chocolate-covered flies and moth cake. Mr. Nice says we are nearly there, but he said that one hour ago.

A Post from Roncard & co.

Dear Percy & friends,

It's good to get off the raft. Our 58 legs are a bit wobbly after all that. We have arrived at the chocolate box cottage. The landlady is Mrs. Nice, who is an eagle. Her husband, Mr. Nice, is going to take us all out for a picnic tomorrow in his ancient Blancmange Period camper van. There's some chocolate bear judo entertainment tonight.

day four - phew!

A Postcard from Ron

Dear Percy & friends

Hey, everybody! We are o.k! We haven't been eaten! We were rescued by a passing Cold Stream Guard Heron. The rotten fish scarpered when they saw his big, black hat and his gleaming sword slashing through the bulrushes. Then he guided us out of the danger area. Phew!

Nice jacket - gold buttons & epaulettes & rope thing.

day four - help!

A Postcard from Ron

Dear Percy &

Rusty reedwarblers! Help!

We got lost in the bulrushes. Which way is left? Too late - we are slightly surrounded by all sorts of mad-looking fishy things. We must look like a very tasty dish: stork with spiders, served on a bamboo platter... Percy, you can have all my records..

day four - rafting

Postcard from Ron, fred & friends + 2

Dear Percy & friends,

Today I'm rafting on the River Laze with fred & some of his friends + 2 advanced spiders from the symposium who fancied it. We hired a raft from a beaver*, and he threw in a samovar for no extra charge. He said "If you get lost in the bulrushes, keep left." It's nice & relaxing on the river and we'll stay at a chocolate box cottage tonight.

* Mr. Bossbiber