Help!

Get me out of here! My parents have dressed me up like a trussed up fowl and taken me out to town. When we walked into the butchers' I thought I would be up for sale to the highest bidder for Sunday lunch. But they seemed to be more interested in the sausages on display. Phew! A lucky escape for me.

It is quite a good coat I think. For one it is too long in the sleeves so I can flap my way down the pavement. Nothing like a bit of momentum to propel me forward. Mummy said I am windpowered, like daddy. I thought, that is very green coming from someone that works in the new-key-ear industry.

P/S Mummy took the picture hence its "Specialness". She needs help that woman, even more so than I do!