When I tried to mow the lawn so the bees could mark out their footy field, I found that the lawn mower wouldn't start.
Closer examination revealed Antony sitting in the battery compartment, pretending he was driving a Formula 1 racing car, while Dave the Pig attempted to carry out a wheel change...
Wilson asked me to save some of the grass cuttings, telling me that I was overlooking a 'valuable cash crop.' He's going to try making Grass Jam and Grass Marmalade.
I hope he puts enough ants in it to take away the taste of grass.
And weedkiller.
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