We’re trudging along this road at the back of a rickety truck. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t mind: Keroppi and Keroleen seem to be having the time of their lives, because every time we hit a bump and we bounce, they giggle and bounce some more (adding to my nausea - I’m not much of a traveler). What makes me a sad kitten is that it’s a milk truck, of all things. Mr. Keromoo, dear as he is, told us we can get as much milk and cheese as we want. My froggy friends are pretty delighted about this and took up his suggestion, but the mere sight of the stuff turns my stomach. I can’t eat a single bite or drink a tiny sip - I’m lactose-intolerant, as some of you know.