My Diary: Flying In A Totem Pole Submarine

June and I,‭ ‬each holding a slither of wood from our ancestral totem poles floated down stream‭ (‬incidentally her pole had three unmatching shoes on top while mine had an upside down flagpole‭ ‬-‭ ‬needless to say I have never raised the flag‭)‬.‭ ‬We met the bearded giant resting against an old tree‭; ‬we conversed with whispering straws in our mouths and shouting strawberries behind our ears.‭ ‬After the giant went off in an oversized sun hat we collectively admired the interior of a garden shed recently spat out by a whale called Jonah.‭ ‬In reality the shed used to stand in the next but one garden from ours and was much used for clandestine bicycle affairs until the older monocyclist put a stop to it.‭ ‬We travelled further afield than normal pulling a protean patch of water behind us.

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