4/5/2091
Blog#2034
We don’t want to take our chances spending the night here, so we’re heading home with the few gaint dead beaver-bunnies and sabertooth artic terns we have.

But, first, a romanitc quick dinner (lit by virtual candlelight)

We fed Benny some of our toasted corn kernels as we made out in the moonlight. I ran over to adjust the virtual candlelight, and when i bent overto pick up some discarded corn kernels, Lucy smacked my butt.

I was as red as a tomato then, but it felt so good.

” Oh ,my nutty Lucy, let me chase you!” I yelled as I chased Lucy playfully. She giggled, tripped over a boulder, and I kissed her again.

Everything was so perfect then.

That is, until Benny howled and whined, and scratched my shins, which he only does when there’s trouble.

Then,three Russian soldiers( who I guess knew some English) came and pointed their machine guns at us, and barked, ” All ‘vight, you lovebirds! Take your hands off each other, and raise them in the air! ‘Party’s over!”.