good ol' Gulliver lands on the Isles of Lilliput and Brobdingnag.
This place according to my expert sniffing must be Brobdingnag.
'cos jumpin's...take a gander at the size of those beer bottles!
even this grass is huge, massive, mammoth, lush....
oh oh...hear comes some kinda weird Brobdingnagian poochie...
Hey you...come hear...!
Jeepers....what's going on?
It's keeping up to me!
Mr. Orangie...is staying with me,
you little Brobdingnag wannabee!
If you have any idea,
where we might have ended up,
then your
geographical expertise
is much appreciated.
This lighthouse must mean
that boats are nearby
and using the waters!
No chance of being
shipwrecked forever.
Right?!
