Across the world and off again!

Mousie's backpacking trip with Basil the Bear went to Africa! Land of hippopotamouses and mousephants and wildemouses and rhinocermouses and the mousepanzee. Mousie so dearly wanted to see these amazing creatures, but alas, it was the dry season and Mousie was in the Gambia. There were lots of goats, and some cows, and chickens and donkeys, and one friendly baby antelope, but mostly what there was was a surfeit of peanuts. Mousie likes peanuts, but only so much. They are a distant relative, after all - Mousie has sometimes been classified as a nut. But back to the point, few beasts. There were also some birds, but most of them would have liked to eat Mouise so he stayed far away from them. (The day the vultures visited the village Mouise stayed curled up inside his sack inside his bag inside the backpack...)

So Mousie had to find amazing things to do, and boy were there amazing things to do! Lots of people calling him "Mousebab!" and wanting to know his name and wanting five Dalasi, but how Mousie could carry five Dalasi nobody knows. Lots of really noisy and bouncy and old and very large (for a mouse, not a person) buses to ride to other places. The mysterious, but delicious, Tapalapa and the Niebbe Sandwich (distant cousin of the muffaletta.) Lots of dusty paths to walk... There was no end to Mousie's scampering about. He even got some fabric and found a tailor to make him a mouse-sized Gambian shirt.Actually, Mousie is about to get dusty all over again, so he has postponed his bath until after he returns from his next adventure (on which he might visit a very old wall while avoiding crafty sand dunes and may meet a leprechaun who will give him a thimbleful of uisce beatha.)

Abaraka bake, shalom, and slainte.