Another rubbish sculpture I think but I can't be sure

I found this pile of things next to Jezza when he was asleep. I think it might be a new sculpture but it's always hard to tell: sometimes it really is just a pile of rubbish.

I poked about a bit in the pile when he wasn't looking because I liked the shape of those round things, they are very funny. Honey said they were cocks and they had come out of shampoo bottles. I said she was being very silly.

Schnoss said actually they were CORKS and they came out of bottles of CHAMPAGNE which is apparently a very delicious and lovely thing to drink, but not for puppies. He said it was very fizzy. I said I would stick to lemonade thank you very much.

I thought the cage things might be to keep very small mice in, but apparently they hold the corks on the bottles so the fizzy stuff does not shoot out everywhere and cover everyone in sticky fizz. I will definitely stick to lemonade because that sounds to be a very dangerous thing to drink.

I did take the cage thing with the picture of the old lady on it for my scrapbook. I think she looks very scary.

Something REALLY HORRID

Honey is an
ugly nastycruelstinkysmellypoopyponkyhorribletwitchy-nosedrabbitwhoupsetsmeALOT

I feel better for saying that...

a tiny little bit

It was very bad news

You know that I said Honey was acting very stangely because she was being so nice. Well she was being like that because she had very bad news.

When I'd drunk her hot chocolate and eaten her biscuit she said,

"Now that I have given you all those nice things to eat and drink you cannot be cross with me."

"But I wasn't going to be cross with you," I said puzzled. "Was I?"

She kept very quiet and pulled a stupid rabbity face. Then she reached behind her and put something on the table in front of me. At first I didn't know what it was because it was soggy and dirty and smelled quite bad. Then I recognised it.

"That's my Special Notebook for Special Thoughts and Special Things. And it's all nasty and dirty!"

Honey huffed and puffed a bit. Then she mumbled,
"Well I sort of dropped it on the ground. But it wasn't my fault! I was trying to see what you'd written about me."

I was too tired and upset to shout. But I wished that I'd written something REALLY HORRID.

I am going to think of the nastiest, horridest thing ever and that is what I will write in my Special Notebook. When it has dried out.