The Cheeky Kinsley Skwirrol
- Gills: no
- Simpsons: yes
- Tesco: no
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
- Day Score: 7 it was very hot, so I mostly stayd in the shayde an soopervized stuff/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!
I shall continew wiv my holiday de-pant. (Hehehe. OK, de-breef.)
On anuther day, we went to a playse calld Kinsley. This is it:
It has a spring an lots ov cleer warter, so they hav lots ov fish calld trout. They grow them. An wen they ar big enuff, they catch them an sell them in ther shop. Heer ar sum ov the fish, blissfully ignorant an thinkin they ar alreddy in fishy heven:
Anuver thing they grow is skwirrols.
In England, we yewst to hav lots of red skwirrols. But lots ov yeers ago, sumwun let their pet grey skwirrels from Merryka out into the wild. Now we hav mostly grey skwirrols ownly (but they ar still nice, an I go an feed wun in the park at home. He's calld Charlie.) This is becos the grey wuns ar better at findin food (this is wy they ar fatter) an also they carry a bug that red wuns get hert by.
At Kinsley they grow red wuns in a safe enclozure. Wen ther is a medsin to fite the bug, red skwirrols grown like this will be let into the wild so weel hav lots ov red wuns agen. Horray!
Most ov them wer shy, but this littol fella poppt out to say hello an waz kwite cheeky:
I thort he lookt a bit weaselly (but in the nicest possbol way): 
He let Mummy stroke his nose:
But mostly he liket eeting: 
Mummy took this wun (mor eeting) to show his toes. She's obsesst wiv toes, that wun: 
Then we walkt up the hill to the woods, wich waz good timing as I waz burstin. Unfortunately the woods lookt a bit too wet fer a small Bear in need ov a good poo:
so I jus had to leeve my mark another way (hehehe): 
I fownd a soft patch behind a bush layter on, wen the others wer in the shop. Wen I cayme bak, I sor Mummy being pesterd fer a bit ov lunch: 
Did YU kno that geese lyke sammon keesh an parsnip crisps? No, neither did I.
Mor tomorro!
Bye fer now!
p.s. I think Dilly is startin her holiday blog today. As I sed befor, doo go, but remember, yu'll never get those minits bak. Hehheeee...
