Crikey … that rain is hard to come by, aye? Unless you are at the beach it seems. We headed off for my afternoon run at the beach and it was bright sunshine at our house. We got to the beach and it was so pretty again. There was still rain out to sea and the most beautiful rainbow.
It was sunny on the beach but not out to sea and before we knew what hit us the rainbow disappeared and we could see the rain coming closer and closer across the water. Well …we got soaked. I wasn’t at all happy. I put up with it for a few minutes and then I was off. Took off up into the sandhills at a rate of knots and hunkered down under a casuarina tree. Mum and Dad were falling about laughing. Said I was a big whimp … yeah … you heard right …. A BIG WHIMP!!! Hmmmmmmmph! I was cold …. I don’t have much fur to keep me warm. Mum and Dad said it wasn’t cold but I WAS COLD!!! It only lasted a few minutes and then the sun came out again. I was right then. Had a big run around to keep warm and guess what I found …. A DEAD MUTTON BIRD!!!! I was in Charlie heaven!! I got that bird firmly in my jaws and took off with it to the dunes.
There was no way anyone was going to get that bird from me. I had a good play with it. I ran and ran with it, throwing it up into the air and catching it and then I settled down to have a good old chomp.
Mum and Dad tried to get it from me. What’s with that? Whenever I have something good they want it. Well just this once I wasn’t letting them have any part of it. I was keeping that mutton bird all for myself. They finally gave up and left me to it. Crikey it was good. Don’t know what’s wrong with all you pussy cats out there. You hunt them down and kill them and then give them up for the peoples to admire. Go hide them somewhere for a few weeks, I say, and then when they are good and dried out invite your mates over for a feast. You’ll be the most popular bloke on the block.
How funny is this …. Guess what I got for tea tonight?? That’s right …. Sardines! Seems like everytime I find some real good smelly treasure Mum feeds me sardines for tea. She reckons I couldn’t smell any worse than I already did. I smelled like a rose … what’s she talking about??
Wanna run … Love, Charlie.