We are having a last walk around our fields for now.
Tomorrow we get locked up for 2 weeks while our Beans go off enjoying themselves.
Our holiday auntie will come and feed us and scoop for us twice a day.
Maybe some mousies will come and visit us. See you when we get released from our purrison cell.
Eric: This was the last field of grass dad cut for hay for the horses. The weatherman said it was going to be good weather for a few days, but as soon as dad cut it, it started raining and didn't stop for a week. When the sun came back at last, we went and checked it for dad and told him it was spoilt and would have to be thrown away.
Flynn: Mum went with us to check it. We all sat down together so we could have a close look at it. Mum said we were right and it was no good because it would make the horses cough.
One of our furry impawtunt mancat jobs is to check that the straw in the barn is good quality. 
We check that there is nuffin there that shouldn't be there.
Sometimes we just sit quietly at the top of the ladder to make sure no introoders come in.
And on the way down, we smell the straw in case there are any mice hiding in there. It's impawtunt to check furr mice cuz sometimes they chew the string that holds the straw bales together, then when dad picks them up they break. That yooshully makes him say bad words.
When we go back down the ladder, we haf to be keerful cuz it's easier to go up than down.
If you try to go down to quick, you end up down the bottom quicker than you'd want to.
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