The pale woman encountered on the beach - and of course, the five-tailed pet in her company, had been a rather swell conclusion to a week spent travelling through the vast unknown. No holiday could last forever though, and before long Banjo had found himself trekking once more, crossing the rugged interior of a land that seemed cloaked in endless forest (a stark contrast to the parched outback). One bunch of trees soon became another, and another after that too. It was easy to miscalculate direction, and the inexperienced buck soon found himself walkabout, lost, very disorientated.

C’mon Tilda, I could do with another set of eyes right about now… -

Lean, muscular legs stilled as he paused to peer this way and that. It occurred to him quickly that he should actually have kept Brisa and Hikari as backpacking buddies; their first-hand knowledge would've been beaut. Hindsight was a cocky bastard indeed! Nevertheless, his trade mark grin - big and bold, pulled buff lips tightly upwards and for the sake of his endless imprudence, laughter rumbled in his chest. Life went on, and  it wasn’t all bad. His stomach was full after the previous day spent slothing about in a random meadow, so his heart was happy and he had energy to boot.

Lucky.

The forest he found himself in the midst of this time had no particularly dominant kind of tree - not like the red-wooded, mouldy smelling ones in the first, nor the smooth trunked, tropicana ones by the beach. Green eyes peered upwards curiously, but the thick emerald canopy towered far above and not one trace of the blue heavens could be seen - it was kind of miserable, dark and dank. Banjo had no idea where the sun sat in its journey, he was completely and utterly deceived, almost certain that evening had fallen.

He continued along and began to hum in place of the company he would have preferred.

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree-ee,
Merry, merry king of the bush is hee-ee!

Laugh, kookaburra, laugh,
Kookaburra, gay your life must- -

“BEEEEEE!”

Legs flailed helplessly as the ground vanished altogether beneath, but the quirky creature didn’t fall far - only awkwardly, in a space it seemed intended for some ind of midget body.

“Bloody what?!” he half-shrieked, confused, stunned and equally amused by this entirely unexpected predicament. His knees were under his shoulders (claws tickling the chest sunk upon them), and above, his neck was bent awkwardly upward, so that his whiskered chin peeked just over the rim of the hole. His thick, brawny tail lay above ground on the opposite side like a limp snake, and his legs dangled within, suspended by some ill luck, just above the moist soil at the base of the pit.

What a sight he was!

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Dress | cork hat on head, bandana around top of neck
@Larue