There are old newspapers (for them to read on the journey)
Hay (for them to eat on the journey)
Soft poo (in case they are still hungry)
and a plastic bag (just on the off chance that they see some treats for us)
Phew, that's what I call a hard day!
A whim away, a whim away...
May we take this opportunity to wish each and every one of you a very hoppy Christmas.
You can dig it up all over the carpet!