Ah learn something today, so orribile, ah am still een shock.

Even Muzzeur ees worried.

Ah ‘ad been practicing le Jet Propulsion.

Ah release gas with a force that propel me up and le forward.

Le more explosive le force, le faster ah go.

Ah am super powered by le natural gas.

Even Muzzeur try eet.
She sound lark le ‘arley Davidson.

Some time all thees gas propel me forward when ah least expect eet.
Le Uncle does not expect eet either.

Other time eet run out and ah come to le abrupt ‘alt.

As ah expel le gas, ah am launched into space.

Ah need to find a way to keep le supply going. Eet ees a little stop and start.

Le stop can be somewhat, disconcerting.

Ah ask Le Uncle eef ‘e know anything about Jet Propulsion.
‘Huh?’ ‘e say. And then all of le sudden, ‘e tell me le most ‘orribile thing.

‘Son,’ ‘e say, ‘you should be very careful, Oi knew a horse once, who used to propel himself round by the power of gas. Unfortunately, one day the stop valve blew out and the horse in question, torpedoed in large zig zags through the sky roight across the billabong’.

‘Quelle’orreur Le Uncle, that can not be true’ ah am very upset,
ah wave mah ‘ooves around to show ‘im ‘ow upset ah am.
‘Was ‘e OK?’ ah whisper.

‘Well, that’s the terrible thing, Son’, Le Uncle continue, ‘this horse was a steeplechaser, he was a good 17.2hh but by the time we got to him, son, he was a fraction of his former size’.
‘e is looking pointedly at le ‘orzes next door.

Ah follow ‘is gaze.

‘You mean?’ Le Uncle nods and ah feel queezy.
Ah no longer use jet proplusion to propel mahself around.