Anyone For Tennis?

What's with all this television box at the moment.

First he had all those little two legs in there kicking balls around and jumping on one another and hugging and kissing when they got the ball in that big hairnet. It's amazing how sportingly informed he is - he was forever shouting at them to pass the ball shoot - now that did seem extreme to me - or get the man off only he didn't say man!

Now he has become an expert at that pit pat game at Wimbledon. He shouts things like lob him - smash it - anyone could have returned that shot - extreme again I fear.

Anyway I was watching a bit of it. Well there's no way you can avoid it. The two legs seem to climb in the box around midday and are patting the ball back to each other until it gets too dark to see where it's gone. Mind you one of them the other night got real clever and put the light on and that game went on until well after I had gone to bed.

I don't mind watching a bit of it apart from the fact that my head goes from side to side as they pat it across that bit of fishing net in the middle of the grass. But I don't like all that noise they make. It sounded at first like wild animals about to stampede then the female two legs started whooping and snorting and I got quite frightened and had to hide behind the television box until I realised she wasn't shouting at me.

Well I put a stop to it now. I saw them playing today and when it was over I pinched there balls and I'm keeping them in my bed so they can't play with them tomorrow!

I expect I'll be in trouble but I don't care!