
Bujang spent the first few minutes of his park adventure hiding under foliage. What's this? What's that? What's the other?

He decided finally to try to walk across the park to his usual spot. Here, like some sprinter at DOHA, he is gathering his energies to sprint across the green. "Will I make it"?

Sucess doesn't come easy for the sprinter. He is distracted by the news of the world. So much going on and so little time!
At 6.00 pm I told him we had to start to make our way home. The sky was threatening to rain and I had no umbrella. Bujang pretended he's a garden ornament so I would leave him in the park. :)
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