My Uncle Buster has lately been spending hours telling me tales about the fabled Noah and his Clan of Diggers, down where they have to wear suction cups on their paws to avoid falling off the bottom of the planet.
I made up my mind that I WANT TO BECOME A DIGGER, just like Noah!
Uncle Buster described how he and Bailey learned the craft and spent many hours trying to tunnel to New South Wales! He was VERY proud of his work.
Just like the ANZAC Diggers of old, Uncle Buster and Bailey Blue trained day and night, focusing their energy, and dedicating their souls to the objective of reaching the Blue Mountains of the Antipodes!
With an appropriate sense of humility and dedication to the task at hand, I began my work!
Not bad, if I do say so myself!
Of course, I was caught red-handed by the feared Digger-Polizei! I promised I would NEVER confess!
The Digger Police lined me up against the Wall and asked me to say some last words.
Nice wall, don't 'cha think? It was actually constructed as a result of my recent training as a Digger!
It was my good fortune to escape before it became necessary to blather something like, "It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done..." But La Guillotine was not in my Karma. I howled at the rabbit sitting in the front yard, and he returned a contemptuous stare.
Uncle Buster came to my rescue and escorted me inside.
We settled down for our evening Ear-Licking Ritual, and I dreamed of Australia.
Your faithful correspondent,
Gracie
Digger, Second Class
