Windy

OUTSIDE a Gale is Blowing.

It's WHOOOING and SHOOOSHING and ROARING. I chase the leaves and empty plastic pots and other things that are Clattering all over the place. The grape vine has no leaves any more and the old grapes are on the ground (Marmite is eating them).

I nearly BLEW OVER! Marmite doesn't Blow Over because of her shape. Marmite is like a Walking Coffee Table my Vet once said. Monty the Mont is Strong so he doesn't Blow Over, but I'm Skinny.

I shut my eyes when the Wind is Blowing at me.

Anyway, I have had enough of the Wind and I wan't to come IN now.