That Pesky Flag has escaped and is on the move

Well people I was getting sick and tired of being in the ‘custody’ of that scarlet wearing goose moose I can tell you, so I took the opportunity to befriend a little red head chic from Australia that Mr Moose and I ran into one day during the week.

I whispered to her what had happened to me and she gave me a nod and a wink and when old scarlet wasn’t looking, she rolled me and slipped me into a container.

Next thing I know is that I have ARRIVED in the land of the free – yep!, good old USA.



Then we met up with this ‘good old boy’




Who introduced us to his master




We were safe in Montana where the ‘chasers war on nothing’ will never ever touch us.

There was one peculiar incident during the ‘flight’ from Mr ‘scarlet fright’ when my red headed saviour asked her Dad why he kept calling the vehicle an ‘Exploder’.

He just muttered something about exploding lemons and that these V8 babies were totally different because …(I think this is what he said) no one could catch us and it didn’t blow up. Go figure that one.

Anyway from then on I was out of my hidey hole and fair dinkum you would have reckoned good old dad had stolen that ‘exploder’ from the way he was driving it.
Montana was a blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!