Bertie in tthe tunnel

There’s no grass left

Hello it's Bertie here. I don't know what's going on.  There's no grass left where Mummy puts us out in the evening for grass time.  It's all brown.  Although there is a little around the edges.  I nibble that but it's not enough for a real supper. We spend most of our days sheltered form …

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