Brunch with koalas... or scouting?
April started promising with a cheerful shining sun and temperatures slowly rising to a spring-like height. The first bumblebees buzzing around the flowers of the magnolia and the daffodils proudly rocking their heads in the wind.
Hilda stretches her back. She has taken the first weeds out of the flowerbed and feels that every year it is a little more difficult to get up after having been squatting for a while. A sound behind her makes her look back. It's one of her two adopted koalas. She knows that these animals take 'walks' through the forest every day after sunrise, but always return home to go brunch with her. The various attempts to feed them differently as their beloved eucalyptus leaves have all come to naught and even though Hilda herself prefers a simple baguette topped with various vegetables with a leaf of lettuce, she always covers the garden table with luxurious croissants. chocolate muffins, strawberry cakes, bacon and eggs. But her possums are more likely to be persuaded to wear pants without elastic than to risk their intestinal flora in a hundred.
Hilda spreads her arms to welcome the koala. However, something strange is going on, so carefully constructed contact with her adoption child seems to be somewhat disturbed. Instead of plunging into the heartfelt embrace, the beast jumps nervously back and forth and draws confused grimaces.
“What is it, you play monkey? It's not Halloween anymore, though. And where is Telescope? “
