31st October 2015

More daftness from Twolegs. He was seen pointing that black thing of his at this thing which we all walk over, while standing up to his hocks in the water. You would think that at his age he would have better things to do than poke black things at piles of stones.

We have not seen much of him recently, he was bashing away at the bracken in a red contraption instead of the usual green one the other day. Perhaps the contraption changes colour like the leaves on the trees do at this time of year, going from green to yellow and sometimes red. That could be it – the green contraptions turn red and yellow when the sun gets lower and later. You have to admit it; you can’t get much past me! Just don’t ask why it happens until I have worked it out, which, of course, won’t take long.

Wylde of Chillingham