So our party was camping in an abandoned clay house. It was the most basic house possible, just a roof, a toilet and a couple of walls. No windows- just holes in the walls. (First sign of oddness because I, for one, would never camp in a house, run down or not.) Glanced out of the window while taking a sip of water and saw... a procession.
A procession of baboons with bright red butts and sombre faces, with a good number of them wearing party hats and psychedelic frocks. Along side them was an entire colony of penguins decked in glitzy tops waddling their way down the hill outside the house.
& I remember mentally shrugging, watching lazily while wondering where they were heading to.
Fatigue does crazy things to you.
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