This past week I was visited by dignitaries from the grand state of Montana, claiming to be my blood relations. Though I do recall seeing the two elders before, I'm still wary, as I know my endless adoring fans will do anything to get within my inner circle...
Grampy and my new idol Cousin Cormick fought a valiant battle for my entertainment. Cormick emerged victorious after a daring double thrust, fake left, triple twirl and stab maneuver. Simply brilliant.
The red buffoon led us on a long walk through the rain forest. As you can see, only he is happy about said "adventure."
A discussion on inter-state relations, caught on film. Grampy argued my tariff on Salmon is far too high, while I argued "Montana has no salmon, stop your whining!"
As heir to the Throne of Burke, I demand that beach ball cousin! (He simply looked at me and continued to play his glorious games...)
The long awaited meeting with Auntie Riggs! She and cousin Chris showered me with many kisses and praises of my beauty. (Also seen here to the keen eye - future Cousin Abi!!)
Indeed, my face fills out more each day. Handsome knows no weight limit...
I was so nervous whilst in the grasp of my hero Cousin Cormick, Grammy was forced to hold my head to stop the shaking. I can only wish that one day my hair will be as fair!
Egads! Run cousin, a giant troll!
Father and Cormick brave a photo op with the monstrosity. Their courage knows no bounds.
Finally, Cormick read a deeply philosophical treatise on the sin of gluttony to us. I was most enlightened. Nevertheless, bring on the chocolate cake!
It was an epic adventure little Monkey! Your cousin still babbles on about cities in wells and Hero Coon Cats to this very day...
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