A Proper Wild Ride

I slipped clean out under the front gate and trotted down the pavement to the local park playground to give my plates of meat a proper stretch. Right in the middle of the bark mulch sat a bright red wooden spring rocker shaped like a horse, just begging for a test drive! I clambered up the fat steel coil, heaved my round belly into the wooden saddle, and gripped the timber dowel handles with both stubby paws. Leaning all my plush weight backwards and forwards, I got that spring flexing like mad—boing, boing, boing! Cor, having an absolute bubble bouncing up and down like a champion jockey on the manor, mince pies wide with delight!