An experiment

Here is the start of an experiment:-

Tales of a Boy

     I do not really need an introduction. I have fair, blonde hair that curls around my face (a delightful tool for getting vital attention from my family and random strangers), big blue eyes and a cheeky smile. My name is George and I live at home with my mummy, daddy, big brothers and wonderful big sister. Our house is a zoo; not an actual one, but it is quite close. I live with five dogs, two horses, two guinea pigs and a hamster. We also get visits from squirrels, foxes, rabbits, owls and bats. My big brother says I have to try and make friends with the animals because then, if I ever get lonely, they will look after me.

     My favourite animal is my biggest horse, Haffy. She has a beautiful golden glow, especially in the summer, and when she sees me trampling down the grassy path with my green wellington boots on, she whinnies hello. You are probably wondering how I know she is saying hello. Well, here is where I shall let you into a little secret, you see I understand the language of animals; horses, dogs, snakes, whales, even cats, although I am not so keen on them myself (bad experience in a bath once). This is how I know that my animals are my friends, and this is how I know all of their secrets.

      The summer sunshine always leaves the grass so long; I usually end up swimming through it to get to my horses in their leafy paddocks. Haffy and Izzy find this rather amusing. I have asked my daddy if I can ride my little digger down to the field, but he always says, “That’s what you have legs for. Don’t be so lazy.” Daddies never understand that sometimes our little legs get tired and our faces hot and bothered with all the work we have to do.