From a young age I have simply loved to burrow, I would burrow all day long given half the chance! It got to a point though where I was digging burrows that were so deep my mother, Berta, would send me off with a pocket full of carrots and turnips to keep my energy up and so I wouldn’t get too hungry. I used to grumble when she gave me the packed lunch and sent me on my way but today I realised just how grateful I was. Today was the day I made my debut into the world of adulthood you see, I left the family warren on a mission to find myself and see the world and all it has to offer for myself. As I was putting my pro- burrowing skills into action and cursing the extra-weight of my mothers food parcel I realised I had left my map on my desk, so I turned around and headed back only to find the tunnel had collapsed! So terribly that even I couldn’t burrow back out of it, so I now had no choice but to carry on forwards. I guess this is the true meaning of adventure! I can only imagine where I might end up…so you will have to forgive my lack of picture..I will have to get back to you on that one once I burrow my way back into the light. But for now I’m going back to eating those carrot sticks I am very grateful for! My mum even packed me a tasty bit of carrot cake for dessert, I do love that raisin and carrot combination!