Mr
Seeker, I am truly sorry, but it has been such a long time since I last saw you, this was bound to happen. I have met a new one, he is the
Trigger, and very helpful and well-stocked he is too.
Over the past week we have spent considerable time together as he has been assisting me immensely with my choice of new boots and bindings (not forgetting of course Sarah-Jaye's bits). A couple of hours on Saturday left me with the boots they call Burton Hail, but upon reflection we found these would not be suitable for a Sloth.
So instead he returned to another of The Trigger's branches (not too many leaves, summer is fading) and has gone back to the
ThirtyTwo Lashed. Mr Jarmarl - it was all about keeping them on, warming them up and talking of powder days past - that made them fit the Sloth's paws like a glove.
I would also like to extend my thanks, appreciation and schnitzel to the one they call "Monsieur Gasole", for he fed the Sloth with some sound advice. May he ride powder from dawn till dusk.
And so, the Sloth slipped away into the trees, muttering to himself. In the distance there was a faint cry of "Help....Help...I've lost my mummy and my daddy and my boy."
Amen