Once again ah ‘ave foiled la prison guard and am on la run from le law.
eh eh eh. No need to run too fast.
Uzzeurr Muzzeurr see ah am out and come rushing across le paddock, ‘er arms flap about lark le cat in la washing machine.
”Ello Muzzeurr,’ ah say, ‘is something wrong?’
‘Anyone would think someone break out of le prison again.’ ah say to Muzzeur, ‘eh eh eh’.
”Ow did ah get out you ask?’
‘ZEPHYR!’ she grump , ‘you told me you were on probation’.
‘Ah walk out’ ah say, ‘ow did you get in ‘ere?’.
‘Thank you, ah am le smart ‘orze, by le way,
eet ees pronounced ‘orze, not arse’.
‘And no ah do not know anything about this, do you?’.
Gone Walkabout again.
Zephyr you look like you’ve had a roll about in le mud! Still gorgeous though.
Wish i still looked gorgeous after roll about in le mud – not that that happens often you understand…
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Dear Linda,
le mud cannot disguise le ‘andsome
Sincerely
Lord LubbaDuck (Zephyr)
Your ‘Muzzer’ is a Saint!
Dear Cara,
Mah Muzzeurr is not le saint, she is le quarter ‘orze. Ah do not know what le uzzeur fractions are but ah am pretty sure there is no ‘saint’ orze. La Uzzeurr Muzzeurr is not le saint either, she is le stupeed ‘uman. She does know ‘ow to scratch me though
Sincerely
Lord LubbaDuck (Zephyr)