The hoomans put us all out on the grass this morning while they were cleaning out our cages. All of us guinea-pigs were put safely into a run on the grass where whee could nibble away to our hearts content.
Then Mummy looked out and I was charging around another run! I hadn’t got in, mind, but I was whizzing around the outside antagonising the inhabitants. I’d escaped by pushing the door open!
The evil, naughty hoomans then preceded to jam the door shut with this piece of wood (once I was inside of course!) How very dare they…
Mop, however, approved of this idea. She thinks out there is dangerous – “pah”, wait, what was that?!