June got up to drink at a dried up river bed while I was still asleep in a tree. I was woken up by a woodpecker revving up his motorcycle and I then got the telephone number of a particularly attractive scarlet macaw (she assured me she was single) before coming down the stairs we have cleverly hidden inside a baobab trunk holding a piece of wood whittled into the shape of a branch. June dressed as a starfish and went out to meet a family of sea urchins. They went to town in a slowly moving puddle and I went into my studio with flippers instead of hands. When June came back I went out myself, this time with wings instead of arms; crossing the river in a water pipe as the bridge was occupied by a tangled mass of metal - it had once called itself an angel.