Alla Hoo Hoo and Mr3 have been doing some bushwalking. Apparently, they went to Bushwalking School, where they learned to watch out for snakes. The school is under a tree, down a path. They take water bottles and snacks. They have buried treasure in the bush, but they haven’t made a treasure map yet so they don’t know where it is.
Alla Hoo Hoo is not a natural bushwalker. She only goes because Mr3 likes it so much.
“She’s my friend, so she does what I like to do,” he told me.
I asked what Ms Hoo Hoo wears on these adventures, knowing her penchant for dresses and big shoes.
“She wears she’s dress,” he said. “She has a special green one for bushwalking. But she doesn’t wear her shoes with the stands on them. They would be too hard to walk in.”
She’s got smarts, that imaginary friend.
I asked what else they’d learned at Bushwalking School. He thought for a moment.
“You never go without telling someone,” he said.
So sensible. Once again I found myself wondering how imaginary this friend is. Then again, he wouldn’t really have gone bushwalking with her without telling me, now would he?