9 March 1996 - SHIPWRECKED
I was in the cupboard last night and the ship sank. But luckily, when I opened the cupboard, I saw a cactus and a Red Indian - I'd been washed up on a desert island!
I've already made myself at home. The Red Indian, who I call Traveller 7, has helped me build a trolley bus out of sand and banana pulp. Every morning we drive up and down the beach, laughing and waving our fists at the buffalos.