Le Uncle and ah ‘ave a new game. Eet ees called ‘Grullos in le Mist’.

Le Uncle tell me all about Grullos one morning as we stand around doing nuzzing.

‘Son,’ ‘e say, ‘you just be thankful you are horse’.
‘What else could ah be?’ ah ask, ‘oping ‘e will tell me ah could be a sporty car.

‘Well Son,’ ‘e say, and then ‘e say a ‘ole lot of stuff een Australian about sandwiches missing out on a picnics but ah don’t get interested again until ‘e start talking about  Grullo Freedom Farters.

Suddenly ah am quite interested, ah lark to ‘ear about farting.
‘Farters?’ ah say, ‘tell me more Uncle’.

‘e tell me all about le freedom farters.
Eet ees beginning to get a bit boring until Le Uncle show me ‘is farting moves.

Then quelle ‘orreur!  ‘e breathe ‘is old man breath over me and eet ees lark ah ‘ave been gassed.

Ah try to get away from this noxious fog of Old Man’s Breath but ah cannot.

‘E ees breathing all over me and ah feel faint.

‘Stop eet’ ah plead. But ‘e will  not stop breathing on me.

Ah start to feel sleepy and ah know le end ees about to ‘appen very soon for me.
‘eet ees no good fogging a dead ‘orze’ ah sigh.

‘Moite?’ Le Uncle say, ‘Do you surrender?’

Ah admit, ah was just about to when we both spot Uzzerr Muzzerr coming towards us.

Ah seize le moment and bite Le Uncle ‘ard on le chops.

Then, because ah am a Grullo in le Mist ah trot off intending to
disappear into le depths of le forest where no one can find me.

Then ah get a fright when a pullet fly out of nowhere so ah start to gallop – faster and faster ah go. Le pullets are flying everywhere but no speeding pullet can catch me.

Pretty soon, ah ‘ave forgotten all about Grullo Warfare and ah decide to look for that bag of Dignity Muzzerr ees always on about.