Ah am Muzzerr’s ‘Personal Trainer’.
Le Uncle and ah discussed Muzzer’s fat botterm and decided something need to be done.
She does ‘ave a fat botterm.
She was posing for some photographs while Le Uncle and ah discuss politics and such important stuff.
‘No, ah do not think you would be suitable to be President of this paddock;’ ah ‘ad to say eet.
‘Ah do not think you ‘ave all le qualifications’ ah continue.
Le Uncle, ‘e agree. ‘You’re roight Son,’ ‘e say, ‘but I’d make a bloody good Prime Meenister’
Ah ‘ave no idea what ‘e ees on about so ah just agree with ‘im.
Then eet ees mah turn to pose.
Muzzerr slick mah ‘air down with slobbeur, and put on mah ‘Fresh Faced Intelligent Young Man face’.
Uzzerr Muzzerr brush mah ‘air back over mah face.
Clearly eet does not pay to look too intelligent.
Just then, ah spy a cloud up een le sky.
Eet ees shaped exactly like Muzzerr’s big botterm!
Ah cannot take mah eyes off eet.
‘oo climb up there and immortalize Muzzerr’s Botterm out of fluff, ah wonder.