FP & I walked ST to the train station earlier. Just as the doors began to close I whined and moaned a bit, hoping that ST would change his mind & stay with us in the garden this afternoon. Sadly the train pulled away with ST still on board & FP's just got through explaining to me that the only way I will always have food in my cupboard is if I don't make a fuss about something called Work which is how they make Money.
All seems a bit odd to me. I Work crazy hours guarding the perimeter, locating lost watches and such but no-one's ever given me Money. Unless that's the technical name for Snacks? Is it?
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