Poo-wiggly-wig Adventure Centre
Wales
Silly-billy-dilly-dally-bing-bang-bong, Mr Bibby!
That’s the Poo-wiggly-wig greeting! Guess what? Sally Butterworth’s here. She’s still going on about that yucky kissing world record we set in Spain, and she’s still mad about her team losing the football match against us, and the row we had about her jelly-lips wrecking my Mexican Jelly-wave.
We were out in the woods yesterday doing a woodland bottom-shuffle relay race. When we woke up this morning, everyone was covered with Snowdonian Tiger Ticks. They’re little stripy orange-and-black balls with short wriggly legs. Bush Tucker, the boys’ leader, is a bug expert. He says ticks stick their long pointy mouths under your skin and suck out your blood until they pop and let loose zillions of babies. Ace!
We’ve been quarantined, which means we’ve got to stay for an extra two weeks. Mega Ace! The whole camp’s got to be fumigated. We’ve got to be fumigated!
Bunny Grylls – the girls’ leader – pulled the ticks off the kids with ‘Bunny’s Non-pop Non-stop Humane Tick-plucker’. Then Matthew and Vicky Wilmott (Sally’s best friend) counted them.
I had eighty-nine ticks, including one right on the end of my nose, but Sally Butterworth had 577. Thanks to her, the girls won that competition, 4,567 to 3,112.
I know she likes breaking records too, so I was wondering: is Tiger-ticky Sally a world-beater?
Best wishes
Danny Baker
PS Josh Davis bottom-shuffled on to a big pine cone near the end of the race and had to go to hospital to have it removed. He’s kept it as a souvenir.
