log entry date: June 9, 2011
I'm not really sure where I am. I've either been swallowed by a dog or I am in the mail somewhere between Thunder Bay and Glen Innes. I think I'm in the mail, because I don't hear any barking. It's been quiet, so I'm using the time to write some notes on some postcards I'm bringing home. I'm also bringing my skates, a polar bear toque, and my mittens.
I've been in this package for a long time. I think I was left on the table by the door for a while. Phoebe will have to talk to Uncle Rohan about that when he visits this summer - perhaps talk to him while on the trampoline... *wink*
It's been such a busy trip to Canada. I've been to a gold mine, on an air boat, in snow drifts, and riding around in Uncle Rohan's shirt pocket. I'll be a bit tired when I get home to Phoebe, but I'm excited to see her and the rest of her family and class.
Stanley
on his way home
