This morning Fart is getting a bit ahead of himself.
I, arose around 10:00 a.m. - as is my want, and wandered through into the lounge, yarning – getting the sleep out of my mouff. As is my want.
Fart, all cheerful at his computer, said “Ohh hello, you’re up then. There’s a little African Hoopoo bird in the garden, who is working away like a sewing machine gathering worms for her family. And you know what? She has a bum wobble just like you.”
“!!!” was my instant response.
I went out into the frrreeezzzing cold. There was this short legged bird, with a brown chest and zebra colours painted on her wings. AND a silly little hat stuck on the font of its head. It was impersonating a sewing machine, by sticking its long beak in and out of the ground very quickly.
It's bum was wobbling, I admit. But Hoopie, I do not have feathers in my tail, I have an elegant tail and fury paws - and my legs are at least six inches long.
Anything for attention – these African types
AND, listen Fart, Freddie used to catch these sewing machine birds in Tanzania.
Really, I don’t know! I have to live with him – humour, humour, humour!
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