Maslacq to Navarrenx – 21 kms

Another day, another walk. The Pyrenees are getting closer but we still haven’t decided whether we will climb them yet or not.

Today we reunited with my sisters and we drank too much with dinner.

Not much else to report so here is a little story I wrote, based on a true story.

The Stingy Nettle

Once upon a time there was a stingy nettle called Nettie. She lived on the edge of a pilgrim path with her older brothers and sisters.

Nettie spent her days watching her much older siblings having fun by stinging pilgrims as they walked by. Nettie would loved to have done this too, but she was too short.

Then one sunny day, a large bum loomed over Nettie, emitting the most disgusting odour. Then some foul smelling water poured over her and she shrank away from it.

Then her brothers and sisters cried out, Nettie, here’s your chance. Reach up high, do it, do it.

So Nettie did exactly that. She stretched as high as she could and stung that bottom with all her might.

The human jumped up yelling and screaming. Nettie was so elated by the reaction she had caused, she barely had time to register what happened next.

The human turned around and stomped poor nettie until she was just a pile of green mushy pulp.

But at least Nettie died fulfilling her nettle destiny.

The End.