A loud scream emanated from the President's private apartments.
The bodyguards drew their guns and went racing to the rescue. Whatever could be wrong? Had an intruder assaulted their leader?
The President stood in the centre of his chamber, clad only in his trousers and a half-finished shirt. He was scowling fiercely.
â€śDo stand still, dear!â€ť chided the First Lady, brandishing a pincushion.
â€śYou might stick another pin in me!â€ť growled the President.
Seeing their leader's expression, the bodyguards hastily left the room, suppressing their laughter.Â To think that his guards could keep his enemies away, but not his wife!
I love the sunshine, feeling it warm upon my fur and turning ginger to spun gold. The grass is soft beneath my feet. It is pleasant to be outside, enjoying my domain.
I love the cheeky robin who sits atop a tree just out of reach. I know he is teasing, but I can close my eyes and imagine climbing the tree one day.
I snooze, lost in pleasant dreams.
But what's this? Water is pouring from the sky and drenching my beautiful fur!
My slave calls, â€ťCome in out of the rain, Harry!â€ť
Thankfully, I retreat within the house.