At the moment I have a hankering for hedges. And green green grass. Frank says grass is pony crack. Whatever that means. We've tried to eat through the other hedge to get into the bonfire garden but today the spies were obviously out and they were instructed to put up more leccy fence. Annoying.
This evening TW came up and let me, bee and frank through for our grub. I was the only one who really wanted it. Then I started on the pony crack. TW wasnt impressed. I ran about abit and she stomped after me muttering something about the honeymoon period being over and I was just the same as the others. I'm not though. I promise. When I was trying to give TW some kisses to say sorry, frank kicked me. Bugger.
Tell Frank he can't be kicking you. You've got mares who'll come show him what for as friends!
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