Does that help? There I was. Larking-n-a-barking with my pal JR and Collie puppy. When. Strange but true. Two leggeds with a kittie walked in. Course. JR and Collie puppy were off like the clappers kittie chasing. Followed by our 3 respective leggeds as fast as six old knees would go. That's got to be at SLOOOOOOW. Me? Nah. Got a kittie at home to chase thanks. I had my peepers firmly fixed on something else. Two other leggeds. One hardly wearing a skimpy skirt and the other with his underwear popping out over the top of his jeans. Know the sort I mean? Both abandoned their school bags outside the basket ball court before going inside, firmly shutting the door. Course. My superior sniffer led me over. Snuffled around in their bags. And Hey Presto!!!! Only snagged myself a whole one of these!!!!!!!
HAAAAAAAAA!!!!! A freshly cooked KFC Chicken Twister!!!!! Bloggies. Believe me. Not as small as they look. Quite extended both sides of my north and south.
I legged it. Large. Like my artist's impression here. Next thing I knew. Everydoggie plus their chasers turned tail. To chase me!!!! You'd be proud pals. I led those fourteen footsies a merry old dance. Darted this way. Then that. Round. And round. Behind the tennis courts. Before scooting back past my scene of crime and fleeing across the field. Fast and furious. Meantime. The two in the basketball court kept up a chorus of "hey he's got our KFC!!!!" Spoil Sports. Heck. Isn't half difficult to eat on the hoof. But I managed. Thank you kindly. Gobbled over half that chicken twister down before my game was up.
Know something? Daddy Square only went and offered the girl my remaining morsels. He really did. Teehee!!! Sometimes he's more of a wag than me. Funny that. She refused. Then he offered her one of those £5 pieces of paper. Which she took. Bloggies. Being as I'm in the naughty corner. You'll put your pies on Colonel Saunders before I do. Bark him my thanks and this message will you?
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