sometimes you just have to sit back.

and take it all in.

curiouser and curiouser.

it doesn’t particularly look like cider.

and it doesn’t particularly smell like cider.

and it’s steaming hot.

and … slurrp … it certainly doesn’t taste like cider i remember so fondly.

oh, apple bullocks.

this is the strangest pint o’ cider klaus has ever encountered.

and he’s encountered some pretty strange pints o’ cider in his travels!

most curious is the wooden stir stick. klaus wanted cider, not mead.

cider!

cider cider cider cider cider.

pint o’ cider.

anxiously awaiting my cider cider cider cider.

pint o’ cider.

ah, but it approaches.

there’s nothing like some serious traveling to make a gnome seriously thirsty.

always with his eye on the prize, and his map ever handy, klaus appears to have located the local watering hole.

let the libation begin.

seriously.

i didn’t know there was a gnome clan.

bear. beaver. eagle. killer whale. raven. wolf. these i’ve heard of.

but gnome?

and of all the symbolic images, who would have thought klaus the sacred totem?

what klaus didn’t mention about his BC treetop adventure is that it’s a long way down from the tops of those trees.

and the landing isn’t very soft.

but still, he soldiers on.

on being asked about his exhilerating BC treetop adventure, our daring klaus spoke of it as thus:

there were trees.

and they were big.

amazing!

for the bus to come.

on time.

for once.

“From my dark fortress of time, i see all! Muwhahahahaa!”

Pip, were you lonely as a child?