Ungleblarg, continued

 

Third day.  This is booooooring.* 

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 Disturbing encounters in the company of hellhounds:

            Encounter number one:  This evening we were boiling along in pursuit of a strolling family:  mum, dad, two ambulant offspring and a blob in a pushchair.  As we steamed up behind them, the dad looked over his shoulder and then shepherded the rest to one side, so we could bomb past.  Well, most of the rest:  he, mum, pushchair, and little boy moved hastily to the left.  Medium sized girl moved t