Fred has great hair

Soso... somehow I can't believe it.

I haven't heard from myself in such a long time! Yet, Frau Kati and I weren't really far away, just in another place.

But now I feel a bit itchy under my black fur coat.

Let's see if I can recount today's adventure round.

It's not like we don't discover amazing things in nature every time. But today we met Fred.

Our round at the creek first had me frozen in place.

Who is that and what does he want?

Frau Kati kindly nods at the young man, but he wrinkles his nose and snorts derisively.

Anyone could come, he thinks, and anyway, he's worried about his hairstyle because when sun and wind reach his position... good luck with that!

We could be laughing... we could leave at any time. He can't.

This makes Frau Kati feel a bit awed.

How right he is. We can just walk away if it doesn’t suit us. No matter what it is, we have the ability to act. And one should be grateful for that, says Frau Kati. She compliments Fred again and I leave a small yellow color correction on Fred's side.

We follow the bubbling of the creek and I allow myself a sip in honor.

But then, suddenly they stand there observing us. Is it a mob?

I find they smell a bit. Is it still polite to say that? Questions upon questions.

Even before I think about eating or being eaten, Frau Kati reassures me, the Brussels sprout people mean no harm.

They don't have it easy either. They have to endure the whole winter outside... and there are even children involved! And then there's the certain death.

We move on with restraint. This time we wrinkle our noses.

Finally, we reach the bridge. After my excavation of a longer deadly delicacy and its tasting, shhh, Frau Kati don’t tell anyone, she suddenly stands there all electrified before the water and stares at the reflection.

Not ours, no, but that of the mighty tree companion.

It feels like it’s an inch away, and then the impossible could become possible. Alarm! Electricity and water! Will that end well?

Not that the beaver gets grilled in the process. One should warn him. But although... save yourself if you can! I, for one, crawl back towards the shore.

We take cover and wait a bit longer. Much to my chagrin, because very close by it smells of rabbit foot.

Nothing happens - good, we've got that. And now please head towards the long-eared scent without delay.

Delighted, Frau Kati finds a small ice heart and then, out of sheer joy, creates a large snow heart. I could take a little rest. Ha! Ridiculous, right?

Of course, the scent trail has evaporated by then, but I get to search for a piece of chicken from lunch in the tree roots.

I find that in no time, and then actually a bonus as well. The rabbit. There he is, hiding indeed. He must have been waiting there for a very long time. He’s already frozen stiff and he definitely smells of nothing.

Frau Kati laughs in surprise because she didn't expect such a sculpture either.

Which funny soul must have given this rabbit a new home?

In any case, we make our way back through the snow and then round off the walk with a nice nap on the sofa.

See you soon, and greet Fred if you encounter him.