Once again, the Alaska Border was not without issues.
Pim Comic Strip
How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim
discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the
absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
Once again, Pim and Bim made their way north to the Bering Strait. Mr. Love grew increasingly suspicious.
Not wanting to violate their contract with Mr. Love, and not wanting to abandon Mrs. Love to certain death in the Sahara, Pim and Bim hit upon a stratagem: luxury rooms in an air-conditioned Mauritania Hilton.
Pim and Bim had almost finished eating when they discovered they were sitting next to Mrs. Love.
Having learned that they’d lost Mrs. Love and that she could be anywhere on the North American continent, Pim and Bim headed south. They had no plan whatsoever as to how to locate her.
At the Alaska border an inquiring customs officer asked Pim and Bim to open the trailer, and they at last discovered that Mrs. Love was no longer in their custody
Not wanting to spring for an Uber, the Well-Dressed Albatross found a space for Mrs. Love on the roof of a stretch-limo that was operated by and that catered to the transit of turkeys.
Oblivious to the fact that Mrs. Love had escaped and that they were now transporting nothing at all, Pim and Bim continued their journey to Mauritania. While passing through South Dakota they shared thoughts on the joy of driving.
Tired out from hours of flight on unfamiliar wings, Mrs. Love rested on a post by the seaside and asked the Well-Dressed Albatross for a favour.
Believing everyone to be as virtuous as they themselves were, Pim and Bim didn’t think to lock the doors of the truck when they stopped at a roadside diner. So Mrs. Love made an easy escape.
