Walkies In The Park

Out for a walk in the park with me Dad this morning we saw this poor old lady take a terrible fall near the bandstand. Well, when I saw she was poor, we assume that she was poor as she only had £1.20 in her purse. That's not going to buy me many biscuits is it? Woof. Pooh count: just the one, I can't really be bothered today. We chucked it over next door, where the cats live, just to see how long it takes them to get the message. Me Dad's been specially training me to do aerodynamic ones. We put an ice lolly stick through the middle and away she goes. Around 6 metres is our personal best so far, which I'm quite proud of really, from a standing start so to speak. There's plans afoot to build some sort of launching pad involving a heavy duty elastic band and a couple of sturdy posts if the cats persist with their night time shit sniping, I'll keep you posted on that one, no pun intended. Me Dad has apparently written to the British Olympic Committee to see if there's any chance of getting Pooh Aeronautics as he calls it into this summer's event. I mean they have synchronised swimming and all sorts now don't they? There's been a lot of interest from the Yanks apparently, although they probably have a different name for it over there, and spell it funny. Poop Chuck maybe? Or Shat Fling perhaps? Channel 5 are after it and Wolves are in the frame to sponsor us, although we were rather hoping for a reply from Adidas we haven't heard anything back from them as yet. Oh, hang on, I'll have to go, get another lolly stick out Pater this brown bomber is gonna have it's own inbuilt rear gunner....