Muder holes. We found one.
I like them. Begone, unwanted guests!
All this power at my paws. Just look at those unsuspecting tourists just ripe for an unexpected surprise. Pass the hot cocoa, bear bud.
I like this castle. So I shall put my bud on notice. After you build me a villa you must build me a castle. With murder hole(s).
I had never heard of the Blarney Castle or Blarney stone, but I guess Nicholas had a Blarney stone at his school so he wanted to see it. So we went.
And I kissed the stone. We got on a tour bus at Cobn (pronounced Cove) and then we pushed past tourists and ran towards the castle to beat the line. Apparently the usual lineup to kiss the stone was something ridiculous. Lucky for us we were among the first there so it wasn’t too bad. One by one we streamed single file up the castle tower.
Up we went towards the stone, which was situated on the outside of the castle meaning you had to lie down, bend over backwards to kiss some stone on the outside.
Then it was my turn. I was getting ready to scoot down as the fellow who helped the stone kissers said to Nicholas – “Would you like me to hold your Teddy?”
It took me a second to realize he was referring to me. I’m no Teddy, mister. But whatever, you can hold me so I can kiss the stone.
And then I kissed the stone. I felt the same afterwards.
Nick and Pokin also kissed the stone. They sound about the same afterwards.
Well at least I can say I’ve been here.
