Monday 12 November 2018

There woz angry skies when we went for our walkie today,but the sun smiled on us and stopped the clouds from crying on us. I chased leaves that She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed threw for the wind to catch. I jumped the plastic barriers stored in the Old Army camp and I drank the waters coming up out of the ground, now I 's having a snooze to dream of my walkie.

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