C’est mine. All of it, but particulièrement the chicken feed.
Cher journal,
Aujourd’hui was a strange one.
L’humain came into our pâturage and fiddled with la voiture. First she did things to la batterie, then she poured l’eau into it. She got in, and it a pris vie!
Je regardé from la clôture.
She rumbled it autour de la piste, then she arrêté and did things with les pneus. Once that was fini, she hooked a thing to it. It rattled!
Je suis parti au galop!
But elle a suivi!
Elle a traîné la chose partout. She said it is a herse, a harrow. Around and around she went. ALL over. It was très fort. Et dusty.
But it was très amusant also. Stormy, Oz et moi couru à travers le terrain! Nous pretend nous sommes afraid.
I ran sur le field, but le dirt was too soft and bon to ignoré. I had to roll. Now. Maintenant!
So I did. In front of le herse. Elle had to stop and attendre.
There was also en feu. Une grande feu. With much fumer.
And we got foin tres late today!
But le terrain est propre. No rutted boules, and no more caca.
Tres bien!
Mon anglais is better?
Bonne nuit!
Timmy, le petit âne