“Stop,” the lead archaeologist cried out, “I think we found something.”
“According to my research of the cross-lingual lexico-semantic transfer, I believe this stone has inscriptions that contain incredible information about the culture of the people who lived right here…”
I was not born here, in Aussie as they like to call it. I came down here to study and research in the field of ornithology. How much I delved into it I do not know, but enough I realise till I became the Great Grand Master of the subject here. And yes, I am still here. And I haven’t just scared crows in my life. I have been a bookmark for many people to get back to what they once where were.
It has been twenty years since I last came on this tour. It was then that I learnt that you never do anything halfway. Good thing that I did complete this wildlife tour, or I would never have met my better half.
I was 20ish and a hot-headed youngster. He and I had snuck into a treehouse and spent the day there. I playfully threw his shoe at him, but that fell out the alcove onto the nearby tree, knocking down a pretty bluebird. After that, we had hunted the shoe down before cutting across the path in the woods to re-join the trek.