Got sad news today in Rarotonga. Heard from the herd that Augustus has passed on. Kicked the bucket. Became road kill (literally). Bought the farm. Met the grim reaper. Bought the big one. Was beamed up. Bought the pine condo. Croaked. Checked out.
Actually, he became road kill. Literally. Just proves, it ain't easy to be a tough-ass armadillo.
I'll miss his smart mouth and his stories of Lake Mary. But, I hear that one of the other critters in the area may be taking over.
Stay tuned. Peace out.
