HELLLLLLLOOOOOOOO!!!!!. ISsssssss ANYanyanyanayanyONEoneoneoneone OUToutoutoutout THEREererererer? WHEREererererer AMmmmmmmm Iyiyiyiyiyiyiyi? (can you hear my voice echoing?)
After being freighted ‘cross country for the past three days, my keen sense(s) have detected that I am no longer being tossed to ‘n fro. Traveling round-the-clock has left me a bit dizzy – as in temporarily without control of my senses, but my sixth sense is telling me that I’ve arrived.
If I have arrived, I don’t understand why no one has come to greet me. I’m sure Ms. Jodi would have duly notified my host family that I would be arriving on the 27th of July. Yet, here I am hanging upside down from what I can only guess (and hope) is a mailbox. I pray someone comes for me SOON because I can’t stomach being upside down much longer. I’m too weak to right myself. Thankfully, Trevor and Haley snuck some food (peanut M&M’s, of course) into my travel box right before they took me to the post office. I tried to pace myself, but abstention is difficult at best for a chocoloate-loving raccoon like myself. Actually, I feared the chocoloate would melt thereby making a mess of my temporary abode. Hencethusforth, I made an executive decision to eat it all the first day. Since then I have resorted to eating dunnage kindly provided by postmasters enroute. I sure hope the host family has some nice fields nearby. I will need to go foraging tonight.
I can’t quite picture what my surroundings are like because I’m getting conflicting messages. I can’t wait to get out of this travel box to have a look-see. I have tried to scratch my way out to no avail. The glutinous binding is swathed so tightly about my travel box I have given up all hope of escape. I now await help from the outside. While languishingly waiting for my host family to arrive, I am trying to visualize what this area looks like. I hear trains on both sides of me, but I don’t feel any rumbling so I reckon they aren’t very close. I also hear cars and trucks zooming by, but I detect some closer vehicles moving at a much slower pace. It’s all a bit confusing at the moment. PLEASE!! SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE! Every once in awhile a wave of claustrophobia sweeps over me causing hallucinations – as in the apparent perception of sights and sounds that are not actually present. Even now it seems as though I’m back on the conveyor belt at the post office… OUCH.. now it feels like I’m being tossed into the back of a truck! WAIT A MINUTE! I *AM* being moved. I’m no longer topsy-turvy and I hear children’s voices. LOTS of them!
I must sign off for now. I think my adventure is about to begin! I’ll report in again soon. Until next time,