Newton Jr.
- Gills: no
- Simpsons: yes
- Tesco: yes- Mummy went berserk. They had put the boxes of cherrys down from £5 to 10p. So she bort loads an loads of 'em. She duzzent even eet them. She bort them fer the berds!
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score:still suspendid dew to cold indewst dew drops. I hav to protekt my fer, yu kno. /10
- Day Score: 7.986/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!
Do yu remember me tellin yu abowt Newton The Robin?
He hangs out in our gardin. He's kwite frendly an puts his hed on wun side alot. Mummy cald him Newton arfter wun of her teechers at skool, Missus Newton, hoo always walkt abowt wiv her hed on wun side tellin peepol to get into singol file (to wich Mummy an her frend, Jo, sed, "Ther's ownly wun ov me!")
ENYWAY. Newton now haz a bayby Newton! He brort him rownd an introdewst us, so I tuk his foto. HE has his hed on wun side alot too.
I've wotcht sum other robins, an they don't do this harf as much as theez do. Duz this meen they ar (a) mor intelligent (b) mor short-sited or (c) mutaytid?
Newton
Newton Jr.
-Bob-Robins don't get their red wayste-coats till they're teenaigers. Wen they're littol they hav spekols insted, so they can hyde in wiv the sparrows an mud an stuff.
Newton Jr. on our fence, flappin his wings fer Newton to come an feed him werms.
Good, issent he?
Bye fer now!
PS......
Arfter my bein-intervewd post yestaday, Pytheas an Meanie volunteerd to be intervewd by me. So keep a look out on their blogs!
I still hav mor kwestchons up my sleev (wich is yello, today, as I spilt tea down my red jumper an Grayum's still swannin abowt in my bloo wun) so let me kno if yu'd like me to intervew yu! Ah go on!