One benefit of having your nose so close to the ground is that you can use the dew covered cobwebs to clear out your nose.  London Town town has air that smells very bad and my nose needed a good webbing when I got back.  No wonder lots of the people look so sad having to breathe air like that.  I was too excited to sleep today remembering all the experiences I had.  The most thrilling was THE TUBE, which is like a very large earthworm that is all lit up.  You get eaten voluntarily by it and you come out unscathed somewhere else.  It makes very long and deep tunnels- I was impressed.  We don't have TUBEWORMS in the West County.

I also remember one Huwoman shouting at me.  I was wearing a sign that said "I AM INNOCENT". She said that I wasn't because I eat bees' honey.  Well, true enough, but if I'd had time to think on my paws fast enough I might have reminded her that she steals bees' honey too!

Even though I was pretty tired after my adventures, I went foraging with my friends once the sun had set last night.  There was a bit of a party atmosphere in my pet Human's garden.  Bob, who is not a badger but is OK for a Human, often leaves us a few snacks before he goes off to bed.  Well last night he was very generous and left rich tea biscuits, cat food and, the badger favourite, peanuts with red skins.  You can see in the picture that we all had a good time...

Sadly it was red skin peanuts that led to my Brian's death.  The Humen with their flash-bang sticks place nuts in metal cages which are actually traps.  When they find you in the trap they kill you.  Actually, sometimes they just go about killing anything that moves, and then all sorts of animals are left injured and bleeding.  But there is a little good news because there are kind Humen and Huwomen going out at night letting some of our friends out of the cages. But they can't find all of us..

My Human friend Bob was telling me about a LLama called Daily, also called the Daily LLama who is very wise and, I imagine, rather hairy.  Well, Daily Llama said that you can judge a country by the way it treats it animals.  I think the English are not being kind to Badgers, as they are planning to kill over 33,000 of my friends in the next few weeks.

Bob tells me that the Chief Huwoman, Mrs May, is having a big meeting with her clan over the  next few days in a place called Man Chester in the North Country.  She will be meeting all her friends and her chum Michael Gove will be there.  I understand that he is the man who has decided to kill me and my friends.  I would like to meet him to ask him why?  He does look a bit like a badger- perhaps that's why he doesn't like us.

Bob says he will try to get me up to the meeting in Man Chester.   That should be fun.