It's good to be back in my cave safely. I was still pondering why the United States has not found me yet, so I took a short trip to America.
Friends got me smuggled into the U.S. where I hid in the mountains of Dolly Parton in east Tennessee.
Only one day later a group of rednecks with banjos captured me and made me squeal like a pig, among other things.
So I'm glad to be back in wherever this is.
No more vidios until my walking improves.