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.
