Reuben’s Trabel Journal – Final Entry

It’s our last day in Paree, so we decided to hab our farewell picnic right in front ob the famous I Lub You Wall. It’s covered in “I lub you” written in more languages than we hab crumbs on our picnic table (and trust me, dat’s a lot).

We set up our table, unpacked our baguettes, cheeses, and a teeny-tiny box of macarons, and sat under all those beautiful words. Between bites, we read them out loud, eben the ones we couldn’t pronounce, makin’ up our own silly bersions.

From where we sat, we could just imagine the big spinny Ferris wheel, the grand L’Ouvre wiff the Mona Cheesa and all the other arts, and Angelina’s (world-famous for hot chocolate so thick you could stand a spoon in it) on the other side ob town, but we are still finking about it.

We laughed, we munched, and we remembered all the adbentures we’d had. Fish said his faborite part was “all da cheese,” but then he whispered, “and bein’ wiff my fwiends.” My whiskers got all wiggly at dat.

So dis is for you, Paris: Je t’aime. And for my fwiends: I lub you more than snacks… and dat’s really sayin’ somethin’.Farewell for now. Fanks for an amazing adbenture.

Reuben xoxo

P.S. from Dougie: “I left my own ‘I love you’ up dere so Paris remembers us… also, so dey know who ate all da picnic cheese.”