Mum, Mum, Iím tired. My Dad made me run up and down the field chasing a tennis ball. To be honest, all I wanted to do was to lie in the grass and chew a ball but Dad wouldnít let me get away with that. Iíve been up and down then back and forth then here and there. Little íun hasnít been far away from me at any point and sheís even managed to snatch the ball from me from time to time.
Let me tell you a secretÖ
You think Iím slow and lumbering compared to her, which I am really. What I lose in speed, I make up for in cunning. I donít just flail around charging with no thought for where the ball might go. Oh no. That game isnít for me. I bide my time and watch the arc of the ball in the air and I follow it. I know, I know, it looks as though Iím just a lummox but itís that Iím wily, honest.
I know that you think youíre being clever with the one ball game because Iím not allowed to rest. Perhaps thatís so but at the end of the day I do quite enjoy it if Iím honest. Iím smiling, see.