It is a lovely warm Sunday afternoon and the sun is shining. There is a light cooling breeze to gently ruffle my silky fur as I sit here snacking on my Grow-It-Yourself-Grass. Life is truly wonderful!
Now, where was I? Oh yes – nom, nom, nom . . .
Humm, now, where are those two furry mischief makers? Up to no good I wouldn’t wonder.
Oh, where did I put that grass?
It seems to have moved.
It isn’t over here either!
Just a cotton pickin’ minute . . .
It’s GONE! There is nothing left except a few miserable stalks. Grrrrrr!!!
Calm. Be very CALM Fairy. There must be a perfectly reasonable explanation that has nothing to do with those great hulking furry termites that have the temerity to call themselves ‘family’! Well there had better be.
Mummy! MUMMY! I need a word please. QUICK!!!
Oh I see. It is much better to share a special treat with my sisters than be greedy and eat it all myself, is it?
Hmmm. Mummy may be very nice and everything – but she sure has a lot to learn about Guinea Pigs!
One thing I am very sure about – the World hasn’t heard the last of this!
(to be continued)