Grasshopper Meadows Campground

It´s my first day in Washington from Australia. I came onto the campgrounds and licked the ground as we dingaree do in Ausi empire. After that I observed a large wombat wrestling with what looked like a big, girthy nature lover. Normally we would just find a wombat and just through it barbie so I thought this American behavior was quite odd. So when I, myself, found one of these large wombats I proceeded to wrestle it lust like the gators back at home. Normally we only wrestle our meals if we really need to survive. I then chopped it up and gobbled it down just like a good old dingo back in the outback. At that that moment a pack of wolves pounced on me and tried to take my supper and my child slave that I found wandering through the forest. So my bogan of a slave, his bird, and myself went down to the water where we took turns attempting to drown each other. I was real hot under the collar about the fact that he nearly won. He was a twig after being lost in the forest or as he put it, ¨spending time with nature.¨ Anyways, I used his bird to help me navigate throughout the woods. It wasn´t until we left the woods that I let him free. I am now residing back in Australia at Barwon Prison. ^_^