Bujang peeps from behind clumps of indeterminate bushes at people running in the park. The undergrowth at this ixora hedge is more luxuriant than his previous haunt and so he has quite a good hideaway.
Bujang catches a slight movement in the grass. He prepares to launch himself forward and...
...swoosh...Bujang in mid-pounce....
The little fly flew off and Bujang looks on for another opportunity...
Dear Bujang, glad that you had a good time!!
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