Eet is 2015, and Muzzeur ‘as taken up le World travel in le new transport machine and ah ‘ave taken up le Morris Dancing.

L’Uncle and ah took up le Morris dancing while she was away and ah ‘ert mah knee, right ‘ere.

‘ere.

Or was eet ‘ere?

Morris Dancing ees very dangerous and not for le faint ‘earted.

Ah am ‘ooked on Morris Dancing.

‘Ah ‘ave to go out now’, say Muzzeur, oping we will panic and beg ‘er to stay.
Of course, L’Uncle and mahself pretend that we do not want ‘er to go.

‘Oh no, ‘ow will we eveur cope?’ ah yell at L’Uncle so Muzzeur can ‘ear me.

Muzzeur lark to think we need ‘er.
Of course, we do not, we ‘ave le Morris Dancing Championships to practise for and we do not need ‘er around grumping all oveur le place at us.

Ah trot alongside le transport machine as it go down le drive.
‘Muzzeeeeuuuuurrrrrrr’ ah yell, ‘Come back ah can not live without you’.
Of course ah would be le grumpy one if she did come straight back.

Once they ‘ave gone out of sight ah gallop back to L’Uncle.

‘She ‘as gone!’ ah yell.

L’Uncle, ‘e is bouncing up and down with excitement.

Now we can practice our dance moves.

No disapproving gaze of Muzzeur to contend with…

L’Uncle teach me all ‘is dance moves. ‘e is an expert danceur from way back.
‘e is also about la million years old.

We do not ‘ave to worry about being in le big trouble when Muzzeur is not there.

We are Lords of Le Morris Dance.

Of course when Muzzeur finally did get back, ah ‘ad le bit of explaining to do about le cuts  on mah face and le bruised knee.
‘ah ‘ad to jump out of le paddock and rescue l’orse up le road from l’incident with le ‘elicopter’ ah explain.

Ah think she believe me. Eh eh eh.