Walking in the woods

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Dear Tom Baker, I've enjoyed reading of your tromping about in the woods. Here it's gone autumn all of a sudden, and there are acorns cracking down all over. Will you write more on your outdoor life? I would enjoy reading it.

An American fan

[Tom Baker]

My daily sorties into the wildwood make my heart skid as the slimey leaves try to fetch me down: and they sometimes succeed. But terror gives me strength and I get vertical with Poppy's help. I say help when I mean her passion for me. In a flash as I crash down, she is onto me and her tongue is in my ear. And it's a hot tongue too. But in the tussle I get first into a prayer position (that brings back memories), and with the help of my sharp stick I then have three legs as levers. That does the trick, so far. And when I hear deep rumblings from deep throats, rutting stags flit through my mind; followed by the snorts and roars of shy boars. They frighten me most because I listen to the tales of local countrymen. In ordinary daily life, bores are not shy, quite the reverse, they are sticky friendly too but don't usually have tusks. The shy old boars are ferocious and know no pity and feel no malice; they simply chew up anything that disturbs them. So you know exactly where you are with them....in desperate danger. If you don't hear anymore from me soon then thank you for your friendly interest!

Tom