Everyone knows what a busy little bee I am, but my absolute favourite job has to be sending out parcels to my friends! Wrapping up a pressie in my own special logo-ed tissue paper, adding a personalised card and not forgetting a liberal sprinkle of special Fairy Magic and then imagining the parcel speeding off to its brand new home, where its arrival is eagerly anticipated, then it being ripped open and the glee at the contents – it has to be the best feeling ever, err after eating of course . . . and snoozing . . . oh and a jolly good back scritch . . .

It doesn’t seem like 5 minutes since I was busy packing up a load of my button badges destined for all my fans living in far flung places around the globe. Oh, such is the hectic life of an international celebrity piggy.

I am packing all these super-dooper piggy plaque things today. They are rather good – ‘A House Is Not A Home Without A Guinea Pig And a Fridge Full Of Salad’! Err, what did you say there, Mummy – ‘it is more like a bit of peace and quiet’!?

Actually, Mummy helps with the hard packing type work. I supervise, generally telling her what to do next and just exactly  where to stick the stamps. Those stamps taste really icky. It’s just a thought but you wonder why they are not lettuce flavoured. Hum, maybe I could write to the Head Of Stamps at Royal Mail – and if he or she is reading this then take note please!

Gosh, packing can get very complicated – my poor little brain is getting very over-worked.

Perhaps a little nap in this cosy box will be just the thing, before I have to go to the Post Office.

Hello Mr Postman-Bear Sir. I’d like to despatch some parcels; First Class please.

Mummy was extra very busy today so I had to wrap this last one myself. It is a lovely food parcel especially for my friend, Snoopy. You can tell I packed it personally because it is wrapped so beautifully neat and tidy.

Whaddya you mean, ‘It’s too heavy’?

There can never be enough freshly grown grass in a parcel. I picked it myself from the latest batch of the freshest Grow-It-Yourself-Grass, choosing each blade with tender care, testing each verdant leaf for plumpness and juiciness and chompability.

Oh, that might be all well and good – but it is still too heavy then?!

Let’s be having a closer look. I need to get my thinking cap on here.

Hum . . . perhaps if I were to neaten the ends a little bit.

Nommm, nomm, burp – pardon! nomm, nomm . . .

Hummph, perhaps we might have overdone stuffing the grass in the parcel a little tiny bit.

Mummy must have put some extra in when I wasn’t looking. I couldn’t possibly have got it wrong!

It doesn’t matter though, it means I get to have an extra snack in between . . . err . . . other snacks.

Right, that looks a lot better. Lets try it again on those scales of yours, Mr Postman-Pat Bear.

Perfect! Now, where did I put my stamps?

I am sure Snoopy will be as pleased as punch with her parcel.

Err, I’ll just tidy away these stray bits before I go! I don’t mind, it’s all in a days work.

Home James, and time for a restorative snack!

Now then Marigold and Mariella, hold your horses – leave a little bit of that stamp flavoured greenery for me!