Why hello, Mr Waffle. How are you today?
What? You’ve come to have a drink of water from the newly filled buckets that were suspiciously dirty when we arrived today.
Ah, yes, that’s right, you just wanted a nice drink of fresh clean water, didn’t you?
And look, here’s your little friend, Newt, who wants a drink of water too while you innocently pretend you want to stay around to play with the rope that suddenly fascinates you.
Let’s all say hello to Newt who is a sweetie, unlike some.
And you didn’t want to dance in them and tip them all up, did you? (oh, but you did you something something wicked little Shetland pony of unmarried parents).
Cross? We were incandescent with rage as Waffle looked us straight in the eye, raised a leg, smiled and splish-sploshed in the buckets of water while we drove away (we had to as we were going to meet a visitor).
When we returned with said visitor, Flossie kindly (and patiently) emptied the buckets and started again with fresh water.
Waffle – free to a good home. No vices. Well, only one!