Grass

ZM is a cheeky grass!! If it wasnt for her our cunning plan would have gone ahead unspoilt.

When TW appeared at the field me and the boys were stood peacefully around the hay, munching. But TW knew this was a trick. ZM had visited us earlier and spied that we had snuck through the leccy fence and down onto the other bit of the field. Nom nom nom.

I expected TW would shove us back onto the top of the field and tell us off. She didnt though. So we stopped pretending to nom hay and mooched back onto the illegal grass. TW laughed and did some poo picking. Gah! No fun. So we came baxk onto the too of the field and I buried myself in the hay. We had sme grub too. Yum.