Here, in this cosy place by the river, you know nothing's going to happen to you. This has always been a safe place. But they are out there, exploring, trying to find greenly, simple people like you and me. They are coming closer. There might be danger in this.
I know, you're growing older now and soon you'll feel the urge to explore. I can't do anything about it, and maybe I shouldn't. It's natural when you're young.
But under the circumstances: Please, please be careful. You wouldn't listen to me anyway. Still I have to warn you - I don't know where you did find this … thing … but it looks frighteningly unfamiliar.
Don't think I'm just old-fashioned, afraid of anything that's new. I admit, I am not as young as I used to be.
But I've heard rumors.
And I am concerned.
Because I care, for it was I who hatched you from when you were soo small. (Oh how very small you were!)
You don't like me saying that, do you? You feel so big now, am I right?
Well, you are. But be home before dark.
And I want to know where you found this. Don't forget:
It's a jungle out there.
|sir stanley's hat|