Grass Attack!

We set off on another adventure. Mummy follows me as I lead the way into unknown marshlands, tall grasses rising up around me. I’m an explorer, a guide, an adventurer. I’m also a dog.

The grass becomes increasingly dense and obstructive. It hinders our progress and I have to take matters into my own teeth to ensure a clear and safe passage through. A few nibbles here and there seem to do the trick and we continue on our way.

At first I make good progress but then I have to intensify my efforts to remove the grass from our pathway. Now it requires big mouthfuls to keep our track open. Such big mouthfuls that I am forced to put down my tennis ball in order to make headway!

What’s this? Mouthfuls are not enough?! Now the vegetation is so dense that I have to pull big sheaths of grass out of the ground to ensure safe passage for mummy and me.

It takes all my energy to pull and pull on this dense grass!

Mummy is not convinced that the amount of grass in our way warrants the amount of effort, pulling, tugging and head shaking that I am doing. She tells me I am being cheeky. I look up sheepishly while shaking loose a few more bushels of grass.

And when I thought mummy wasn’t looking, I shook a few more mouthfuls of grass out of the earth and over my shoulder.

Mummy wasn’t fooled at all. She knew I was playing and she told me to stop ripping up all the plants and grass. I pretended that I didn’t know what she was talking about. What grass?? I don’t see anyone ripping up grass?? Where do you see grass??

And I gave her a big grin….a big, grassy grin!

It was a long morning of exploration. An arduous trek through the jungle but we made it to the other end of the marshes. And it only required twenty pounds of grass to be torn up and removed in the process! What a great adventure!