Pip could not believe it all the hay is cut, he can look about again, he went to ask John what happened
He said he liked running in the long grass and he wants it back daft dog.
While Pip was going on I found a patch of Eau de parfox it smelt pure heaven
I rolled and rolled shoved my face in it my back and sides I was smelling good enough for a Saturday night out.
John must have thought it was nice he said phew when I came near him, then we went home, Brenda said she was going to be sick, may be I over did it.
The indignity that was inflicted on me was a disgrace.
How dare they make me smell awful.
Then to make every thing worse John said that's better you smell just like a NICE FlOWER.
ME A FLOWER.