Today ah beg my Muzzerr, plez let me play wiz Le Uncle Persil

She said No, so ah ‘ad to bite err. Nobody tells me No!

And zen ah gallop away from er to play wiz my Uncle.
Ah do not need my Muzzer, ah am a big boy now.

Ah gallop so fast my Muzzer was left wondering what le blur in le paddock waz.

To tell you le truth, once ah got galloping about, ah forgots all about le Uncle Persil

Bezides, ah saw a uge cat stalking me  – it le zame one stole mah tail last time.

This time ‘e ‘ave no chance to get mah tail, ah am on to ‘im in a flash.

Get out! ah shouts bravely, zis iz Mah Place.

‘Owever, ah waz not expecting la cat to chase me back.

Luckily, ah waz able to swerve and avoid le fierce fat furry paws that came up at me.
Ah  could have been killed!

After deciding to change direction ah cantered nonchalently long le fence line to impress la sheeps. Ah ‘ave to show zem ah am not afraid.

To tell you le truth it does not take much to impress a sheeps.
Zey look impressed everytime ah ‘ave a pooh.

Zen, ah realised, le cat had brought back up cats, zuddenly zere were four of zem!

Ah ‘az to run so fast back to my Muzzer,  ah can not be zeen by le naked eye.
(Or a clothed one for zat matterrr)

Luckily mah Muzzerr’s backside is good for stoppage at igh speed.

Muzzer ah zaid, it was ‘orrible, ah could ave been eaten.

Ah did not really believe zat but ah waz able to get a drink out of ‘er.

Le Uncle Persil, ‘e roll ‘iz eyes at me.