They've Stolen Time

I was having a lovely nap this morning. I was in the middle of this field of plants where all the tuna you could ever want grew and the farmer kept coming over and watering it with cream because he said there was a water shortage and I was eating and drinking as fast as he could sow and pour. It was the nicest dream I could have had when all of a sudden>

"Come on Casper. Time to get up and out in the garden please!"

"Steady on old chap. It's not 6 o'clock yet. I haven't even been up to lick your face and besides there's a fresh can of cream coming any second."

"Come on. Clocks have gone forward so no time to lay a bed!"

Whatever was he talking about? Where could the clocks have gone and what had that got to do with me? I might not wear a watch but I know when it's food time, or sleep time or play time or - my favourite of all - annoy the two legs time. Right now was dream of food time.

He was off downstairs and I heard the doors open and next thing Sebastian was making his way downstairs too closely followed by Max who was taking it all as if nothing had changed.

"What's the problem?" I asked Sebastian anxious not too distract him from his descent of the stairs. I sometimes watch him going down and expect him to roll head over heels down the stairs but he somehow keeps his balance despite his body being at a really strange angle.

"Clocks gone forward" he replied nearly missing his footing and sliding precariously close to the edge of the stair.

I races past him and into the study. There is a clock on the wall there which seems a very accurate timepiece as they always refer to it when they are going anywhere. It said past seven o'clock. Not right. It was still six I know - my tummy tells me when to get up.

I went into the kitchen where Sebastian was waiting by his bowl. Max was inspecting an imaginary spot half way up the wall and two legs was standing in a trance yawning.

I heard people outside and I realised someone had taken an hour away from me while I had been dreaming of that field of tuna. If you see someone with an extra hour in their pocket would you ask them to bring it back to me please.

I need my time.