Times are definitely very strange. Very often in the light times I leave the house by a clearway and walk into the village. Recently there seem to be more longlegs than usual, quite often arriving in those long chariots they use to carry manyof them at once.
This is my place and I have no fear of it but so many longlegs are saying “Look it's him” or “Look, that's Oscar I'd recognise him anywhere.” Well yes, no doubt many of them will know me or know of me because my fame must spread but where do they come from? They can't come just to see me and yet so many of them seem to have a piece of ham wrapped in their strange carrying things. They keep offering it to me and trying to stroke me as I eat. I have even had to call in the others to help me, of course that's no problem for Ginger who is after all a stomach on legs. But then I hear “ Oh there's Ginger and Gizmo, and look that must be Thomas II and Smokie.” How do all these Longlegs know them, they are not famous like me? This is my village.
At last light one longlegs even looked for Thomas II to feed him. Before me !!!! What is going on?
This light I realised that My 'The Him' must still be putting words about me in those paper things he writes. I've warned him about that before, leaving him a mark across his shin that he called his “barcode” whatever that is. I know I made him limp for a time. What a cheek if he's doing it again.
Still, some of the ham is very nice............ maybe I'll forgive him this time.
Oscar appears in My Barsetshire Diary. Available on Amazon and on Kindle
The Queen's Envoy Available on Amazon and on Kindle
and the new More Barsetshire Diary. Available on Lulu.com
Oscar is the bane of Lord David's life acting as his unofficial and unwelcome alarm clock as he does. Then, having disturbed Lord David's slumbers and been fed he can still convince the formidable Lady J that he's hungry and neglected.
This is my place and I have no fear of it but so many longlegs are saying “Look it's him” or “Look, that's Oscar I'd recognise him anywhere.” Well yes, no doubt many of them will know me or know of me because my fame must spread but where do they come from? They can't come just to see me and yet so many of them seem to have a piece of ham wrapped in their strange carrying things. They keep offering it to me and trying to stroke me as I eat. I have even had to call in the others to help me, of course that's no problem for Ginger who is after all a stomach on legs. But then I hear “ Oh there's Ginger and Gizmo, and look that must be Thomas II and Smokie.” How do all these Longlegs know them, they are not famous like me? This is my village.
At last light one longlegs even looked for Thomas II to feed him. Before me !!!! What is going on?
This light I realised that My 'The Him' must still be putting words about me in those paper things he writes. I've warned him about that before, leaving him a mark across his shin that he called his “barcode” whatever that is. I know I made him limp for a time. What a cheek if he's doing it again.
Still, some of the ham is very nice............ maybe I'll forgive him this time.
Oscar appears in My Barsetshire Diary. Available on Amazon and on Kindle
The Queen's Envoy Available on Amazon and on Kindle
and the new More Barsetshire Diary. Available on Lulu.com
Oscar is the bane of Lord David's life acting as his unofficial and unwelcome alarm clock as he does. Then, having disturbed Lord David's slumbers and been fed he can still convince the formidable Lady J that he's hungry and neglected.