Grass

Mum sometimes says, "Poor Buster, you do not have any grass to play in."

So she bought me some at Union Square.

First thing I did, I took it out of the plastic pot and ate that.

Plastic is not good for boys.

So Mum put my grass on a plate.

So I picked the whole thing up and sat in Mum's chair.

Then they took my grass away.

ps. I am going to the country at the weekend.

There will be proper grass there.