“Oink oink, shall we go to Parix and eat frogs there? Frog, frog, froggy frog, oink oink,” Alexander said.
Pim, who had never heard of Parix, suspected it would be a long way to travel to Parix and was beginning to feel a little bit scared.
“Hedgehogs don’t like travelling,” he said.
Mycroft, still drinking his cup of tea, was thinking. “Speaking of adventures, what is an adventure?”
“Oink, I ate lobsters in a very luxurious restaurant in Lonby and, I’m telling you, it was a great adventure. Lobster, lobster, I love lobsters!”
Pim didn’t know what a lobster was, but he thought an adventure was sitting in his small home, eating porridge and apples.
“You have no idea what an adventure is, do you? Let me tell you what I think an adventure is. An adventure is, when you experience something new and different, or go somewhere you have never been before. Some place that is perhaps just a bit scary,” Mycroft said.
Alexander started to become excited, “Scary. Alexander likes scary, scary mary, boo-boo.”
Pim dived under the bench.
“S-s-scary. Hedgehogs don’t like s-s-scary,” Pim stuttered.
“Gentleman, there is a train going to Dog-Rose Camp in an hour. Why don’t we make a plan to go camping there? I have a very spacious tent, just right for the three of us,” Mycroft said.
“I would really like to go b-b-b-but . . .” Pim replied.
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