My day in the park

I had a lovely day in the park today. Sunshine, soft grass, parakeets, wildebeests. I had a lovely time.

My beef rosti was lightly cooked and dunked in chowder by my slave children, my wine was cooled by the giant slabs of ice cream. Love was in the air and happiness was in the hor’s d’oeuvres. It was a lovely time in the park today. A lovely time.

I had a lovely day in the park today. The birds were singing Verdi melodies and the turtles croaked as we shot them from our grass hut. The natives whooped and charged in one line at the defences, and the British pointed and laughed before setting a gorilla and a gazelle loose in their direction. The thunder of battle almost knocked the pig off its spit but I righted it in time. It was a lovely day.

I had a very lovely time at the park today indeed. My mother folded origami as my neices played ring-a-rosie. The dogs wrestled and nipped at each other’s ears as I had fastened a steak to their foreheads. Mayhem ensued when the daschund bit the Prince Regent on the shin. How we laughed and sipped on martinis. How we laughed.

I sniffed the flowers that opened up, seemingly to shout, ‘This day is a fine day!’ It was a lovely time in the park today. A lovely time.

These wallabies watched us as we ate. Don’t worry, we ended up eating them. Gamey!