"We're going to Africa."

Lucy's "gumbo" is lingering, so I kept her home today. As I was upstairs, putting down the baby, I heard her and Miles plotting. When I came down, Lucy informed me,

"We're going to Africa."



She had her bags packed,



her "Africa clothes" on,



a guide book of what animals to avoid,



her important papers,



and her trusty guide to keep her safe.




The guide showed me where "Afrita" was on the map,



and invited me to come. "Tum on, Mom!"



She decided to take the train and plopped down to happily wait,



but the wait at the trainstation was agonizing.



Her guide, seeing the poor judgement of his traveling companion, opted to take a red motor boat.



He was in Africa in no time.



Lucy, meanwhile, was still waiting.



... and waiting...



After deciding to just fly after all,



she landed safely and paused to take in a little of the culture.



She decided, "Africa is boring."



...until the locals showed up.



Very short people, those Africans.



She tried to make friends with them.



They weren't too keen on that idea.



But then he got wind of a rumor about some cool red motor boat



and tried to hitch a ride.



Much to the disgust of the fearless guide,



who finally gave in to the cute little local.






The End