I am but a little ‘orze living in a great big forest wiz my Muzzerrrr…

I ave to make sure mah Muzzer does exactly as she iz told…

Zis ah achieve through a top secret process of hypnosis known only to me…

Sleepy Muzzerr, you are getting sleepy….

Zumtimez mah muzzerr, she ignore mah powerz…

Ah do not know ‘ow she doez thiz but it must be stopped.

Stop Muzzerr, ah zay, stop now..AT ONCE!!!

if she carry on, ah must be tough…

Zumtimez, we run togezzer, she and ah.

Mah Muzzerr, she iz gas propelled, but still…

Ah am faster zan ‘er.

One day, zey will not talk in termz of le Speed of light…

Zey will talk only, in terms of le Speed of Zephyr…

Of course, stopping can be little problem – Ah am never quite sure yet, whether to use
le front

or Le back brakes.

“Today ah am 1 monz old, and you might zink it vould be marked wiz a cake, but eet iz not”

“Why do ah inzist on speaking wiz a ridiculoz accent ah hear you ask?”

“Because all existentialists are French and ah am no exception (and yez, zat iz my muzzer in ze background looking exceptionally stupeed)”

“On zis day, ze day of my birth exactly 1 monz ago, ah could not touch my toes”

“Ah did not know where zay were”

“And yet, zey were here all along, waiting for me to discover zem”.

“Some might look at me and zay you are a very handsome horze”.

“Ah can not disagree”

Pffft!

Mah Muzzerr takes me to zinging lessons.

Ah’ ave to admit, like mozt zings, ah am very good at mah zinging.

Wiz a little encouragement, ah will zing a tune for you. Aherm herm…

Hmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmm

Zank you, you’re beautiful.