Making my way home...

I decided to take the long way home.



I wasn't anxious to return to the snow and cold so when I was invited to go on a cruise, I quickly accepted. There's nothing like laying in the sun in the middle of winter.

I was careful to turn over regularly, in order to get an even tan.

After a while, I was pretty much alone on the deck. Everybody else kept talking about the bacon aroma making them hungry and they wandered off to see what the chef had made that smelled so good.

I never did smell any cooking bacon, thankfully, but I eventually wandered inside, too. I didn't want to get burned to a crisp.

Sure, they look nice enough

but these guys caught me when I was trying to escape Customs. It turned out that they really were nice-they let me go after giving me some treats to eat.

Then this guy wanted to talk to me. He seems to speak several languages but didn't seem to know Pig Latin. I tried giving him a crash course but I'm not sure he'll remember any of it.

I snuck down by a pool. Do you think that dude is a spy for the Customs officials?

I'm not taking any chances. I'm going incognito.