Though I awoke grumpy and frustrated with the week’s progress, or complete lack thereof I should say, while eating breakfast at the Happy Inn Lodge I noticed a shadowy character, wearing a hooded cloak, sitting alone at a corner table. He seemed to be staring right at me. At first, this blatant voyeurism simply added to my horrible mood; but then, to my surprise, the man discretely motioned for me to come join him. I snuck away from the humans (not difficult to do when food is anywhere in the vicinity) and flipped over to his table. Even sitting directly across from him, his face, covered in shadow and hood, was indistinguishable. He looked to be a large man in stature, but sat with a noticeable slouch. I started to introduce myself, but he quickly silenced my greeting and began his short tale:
“I hear tell you’ve been tracking Frankenstein’s abomination. He’s oft seen round these mountains. At the end of each summer, when the mountain folk lead their cows down into the valley in headdress, folklore about your creature is told each eve in dark taverns by mountain farmers who swear they’ve seen the beast. I have it on good account that the beast has been hiding out right here in the Bernese Oberland not less than a fortnight ago. Look for him in the caverns of Trümmelbach, up the mountain just past Lauterbrunnen, and the ruins of Weissenau, here in Interlaken.”
With that, the mysterious traveler arose from his seat and quickly escaped through the brasserie’s back door. I quickly flipped back to the humans and relayed my account. Though neither seemed to fully believe my report—the man human’s eyes would not cease rolling while the girl human attempted to stifle laughter into her napkin—the two reluctantly agreed to take me to both locations. I believe the girl human feels a tinge of remorse for yesterday’s mortifying “bag treatment.” The humans rented mountain bikes to make the 22 mile roundtrip trek up into the Alps to Trümmelbach, as we all consented that this location seemed the more likely hideout for Frankie Jr.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'll stop my whining! I know it was your legs that peddled me up here, not mine... humans are noble, intelligent creatures... UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE!"
We may not have found Frankenstein, but I'm pretty sure we found where Heidi's been hiding out.
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Oh you two...what wonderful memories and stories you are creating on this trip!!! I LOVE it!!!! And you tell that little plastic wind-up whiner that you will make him do all of the pedaling next time if he continues to whine!! ;)
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