a one eyed one horned flying purple people eater
Yesterday a one-eyed dog tried to follow me home. We were 67 miles from my home so it's good that he gave up. I didn't cry. No, honest!
Well, maybe a little.
I also held Katie, a teensy little kestrel falcon. Then she jumped on Will's head. I didn't get a picture because the park ranger moved her too quickly.
It was a total Croc Hunter day.
(We also killed a snake, but that was an accident and I don't want to talk about it because we had to go back and finish him off.)