Simon's Festive Tail (Tale).
Pa's works party last night (I wasn't invited!) - he came home late, so drunk he couldn't speak and could hardly stand - why do u humanoids do this?
Anyway, as he fell thru the back door he knocked a vase off the worktop (it wasn't Me) making a right old mess near my basket; he then lurched thru the hall, knocking a picture straight off the wall (it wasn't Me), before landing in the lounge to hug the Christmas tree, Elf-style (it wasn't Me) making another big mess, tinsel & baubles everywhere! He then trotted off upstairs to bed without a word to me...
When he finally got up this morning he obviously couldn't remember a thing but he was in a fierce mood and blamed ME for everything!?
Now I know what u humanoids mean by 'a Shaggy dog story'...
It wasn't Me but what the hell - MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY. x.
