Good morning Pandas,

These Tibetan monks sure do get up early – even on the weekend! Max and I were deep in sleep when suddenly – DOOOOONNNG – they sounded the gigantic gong. We both got straight up, with wide eyes and ringing ears.

Max went to go be with the monks today. I think they are meditating. Do any of you Pandas meditate or have parents that do?

It’s okay that I didn’t go along so that I can write this story in peace and quiet. My great-great-great-grandfather started the story about finding his real-panda relatives in China yesterday. Here’s the rest:

I had almost given up hope in finding any pandas, when one day, while walking through the forest I heard a strange noise – almost like someone smacking. I could hardly see a thing through the thick bamboo that surrounded me. What could it be? I struck the heavy blades of bamboo as best I could with my arms until I hit something – it was warm and fluffy and soft. I looked towards my hand and saw to big black eyes looking back at me. A real Panda! And a giant one at that! I think he was almost three times the size of me. He was holding a piece of bamboo in his left paw and munching happily on it. He looked at me curiously and then he left. Then he turned around and looked at me as though I should come with him, so I followed him.

“Where are you taking me?”, I thought to myself. I was brought to his home, where a little baby panda was waiting. He thought I was another panda child and wanted to play! So I played, ate a bamboo meal, and then started my journey back home.

Cool story, eh? Meeting a real panda sounds so cool! I think I would have gotten really scared if I had seen such a large animal suddenly looming before me. But pandas are, for the most part, very gentle creatures.

Okay, I’m going to go check on Max now. And tell Penny and Lenny congratulations from us! I wish I could be there!

Be good Pandas,

Ella

By the way, our postman told us he dropped the most recent postcard over the “place of wisdom”. Good luck finding it!