Thursday, February 08, 2007

The death of me

The pets have spent their morning at the Green Hill having quite the best fun in the snow.

They built a snowman and threw snowballs at each other, they dragged the toboggan to the top of the hill and crammed all their furry bodies on top before whizzing to the bottom and starting all over again.

There was a near disaster when no one noticed Trotter pulling his home made snow board to the top of the hill, secretly he did it because he knew that if anyone spotted him they would be bound to stop his fun.

With this in mind he carefully took the board to the other side of the hill, the side facing the river, before taking a running jump to get it started.

Off the shiny formica shot at 100 miles an hour towards the frozen side of the river with Trotter holding on for dear life. luckily Trot being Trot, he couldn't resist grabbing at some branches as he got near the edge otherwise he might have followed his board to a watery grave.

The other pets were horrified when they found him and told him off for being such a silly boy. They were all so shocked that Fing decided they should go home and get out of their cold wet clothes and drink hot chocolate and watch the cold snowness from inside the safety of the sitting room instead.

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