Life is still rather strange without Charlie. Mum and Dad are just not themselves and mum's eyes still leak and she needs me and Dad to hug her. I thought they both needed to get out and have some fresh air, so I sat this morning doing my best telepathy ... and it worked. We went to the place the Rivers Trent and Ouse come together to form the Humber, a tiny hamlet called Faxfleet. We walked in a howling wind along the bank and then back along the road. Just as we reached the car I saw something quite exciting... Fluffy, feathery things waddling around and teasing me. I thought they fancied playing so set off at a lick.
PEEEEEEEEEEP... PEEP PEEP PEEP .... oh no that means Dad wants me... He looks fine, so
"Not now Dad, I'm busy"
"Oscar, come here NOW"..... Hmm seems Mum wants me too, so I look round and she looks a bit cross...
"Mum, it's fine, they WANT me to play.... OMG OMG OMG.... WHATS THAT?..... It's big, it's using foul language and it's coming to get me, I don't like it ....I'm scared... help me Mum!"
Apparently the things were called chickens, they didn't want to play and so they sent their minder called Cockerel to see me off!
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