Holidays
Posted on Apr 30, 10:18 am by Wriggle Pot
So I took me a holiday with me folks, me mate Zoe and her mum and dad and little brother.
Oh, it was on their farm in the country and I got to ride a sweet pony and collect eggs from the chickens, but best of all was the motorbike! Zoe’s daddy took me for the ride – I yelled “Faster Faster FASTER!” as we rode over the paddocks. I’m a true thrillseeker, me. And I went with Daddy on the quad-bike – me mummy wouldn’t take me on hers as she’s a partypooper, that mum. I called me mummy and daddy by their first names one day – I don’t know why – I’m an enigma, that’s Scout!
And I woke every morning singin’ nursery rhymes at the top of me windbags! Oh, I have me quite the repertoire – “Old McDonald”, “Twinkle Twinkle” “Baa Baa Black Sheep”, “5 Little Ducks”, “5 Little Monkeys” are some of me faves. And on the motorbike I sang me a round of “Scouty’s on the Motorbike” to the tune of “Wheels on the Bus”.
And I could boss around a little Zoe – she’s a bit like me, a bossyboots by trade and we tried to outboss each other! She was being a sillybilly and I pointed to her chest and said “Stop It!!! STOP IT!!! In the Corner!!” but she didn’t go in the corner. Her little brother was a sweet thing, though – he liked to fall asleep on me shoulder – oh I am a comfort.
