Run-away Julius

You know what happened today? Julius ran away from home. Again.

The sneaky bugger took my travel card when I wasn't looking and went down to the bus stop.

The joke was on him of course because there was no money on the card so the bus driver refused to let him on. But that didn't stop the resourceful little rascal, he decided to stow away on the back of a campervan.

When he got to the city he didn't quite know what to do.

But then he saw this sign and decided that he wanted to go feed the ducks.

But the ducks remembered him from last time. He had tried to feed them cardboard instead of bread, so this time they stayed far away from him. (You shouldn't feed ducks bread anyway, it's not good for them.)

Sigh.

Disappointed by the irreconcilable ducks he went for a beer.

After he left the pub he may have been a little tipsy, because when he saw this bike repair stand he thought it was a swing.

Wii.

When he'd sobered up a little he finally found something fun to do. He took a trip on an old museum tram. He really likes that sort of thing.

Having satisfied his lust for adventure, he then came home to me.

And we spent the rest of the evening playing cards. (After I'd given him a good spanking of course. You don't run away from me unpunished.)

I'm convinced he's cheating.

The moral of the story is... well, eh, I'm sure there's a moral in there somewhere...