Wellies

I do like wellies. I have a blue pair. They are really smart. They go with my pyjamas and sun hat.

I use my wellies when I go outside. M says I should. My wellies are always with me in the garden.

I need wellies as the chickens have nettles as neighbours. I don’t like nettles. They pickle me. If the nettles come close, I hit them with a welly. Sometimes I wear the wellies. Then I dance on the nettles. But only when there are birds singing. I can’t nettle dance without music.

I also have a yellow pair of wellies. They are parked in the cloakroom. They are too big at the moment. I am waiting for my feet to grow or the wellies to shrink. They are quite old so they should be shrinking soon. They used to be Timothy’s wellies. They have his name inside. Timothy is a friend of mine. His mummy gave me his wellies. Maybe because he had been writing in them. I don’t think his mummy likes Timothy. He must be getting really pickled without his wellies.