Start of a new Muttwits Tale 🐕🐩🐕🦺🦮
Ongoing road works in the small urban community of Westley Piddle have diverted growling roundlegs through narrow streets and squished a popular fourlegs. Things must change. But wot? Treacle the guide dog has a plan and the muttwits ain’t gonna lyk it.
A particularly noisy day in the small town of Westley Piddle, that underappreciated place on the Thameslick between Bisham and Cock Marsh. Flaplegs are squawking, furrylegs are bouncing through trees and clouds are fussing scratchily along. As usual, hindlegs are scritching nonsense at one another.
Above the din, fourlegs attempt to start the day, intelligently and sensibly –
Oi, lads, bake’n’buy at Human Beans
Already on my wa–
Can’t get over the road, too many roundlegs all abouts
Wotz stuck in one ways by road wo–
Can’t hear meself think, did yuz bark Hu–
A very particularly noisy day.
For some reason hindlegs think…
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