The cave

George swallowed the last mouthful of Vobwibble. Fortunately, it tasted better than it looked. Marginally.

She was still taking in the cosy interior of the cave. There were two hammocks suspended from the wall. One on top of the other. There was other furniture, a chest and a wardrobe, both hand-made in a curious fashion. She had noticed something else too. Above the pretty box there was an unusual wooden carving of a Boffwungler, an ancestor perhaps, there was some strange writing engraved on it too. It seemed out of place although she couldn’t explain why. She would ask Ponkle about it when he returned. As a matter of fact, he had been gone an awfully long time.