I don’t understand it at all.
Our Man isn’t putting on his Car Shoes, nor is he putting on the Grass-In-The Park shoes.
Sometimes the post man has been around to let us bark at him, and still Our Man’s door hasn’t opened.
What is going on?
Are we going for a walk?
Our Woman wasn’t up at the time the birds came this morning, doing that kitchen thing she wraps in shiny stuff to give Our Man to take to the office.
And what is this holiday business everyone is banging on about?
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