Once upon a time in the North of England there lived a gorgeous Norwegian Blue /Persian cat called Samson. There was nothing he was unable to do , sleep, sleep, watch bird feeders, sleep, and prowl. He lived in a huge house in the wilds. He had trees, bushes, three ponds , gravel walks, compost heaps, compost bins, seed beds, a greenhouse and lots of undergrowth to amuse him in his waking moments.
When September came and the garden was covered every morning with delicate webs of arachnids and nasturtiums shone with their sheer orangeness Samson started to venture into places new for long hours.
'Where is he?' could be heard in all corners of the estate.
'Do you think he has gone off for another adventure?' THEY said to one another.
They looked in the trees, they looked in the bushes, they looked in the three ponds, the gravel walks and the compost heaps, bins and seed beds. The greenhouse and the undergrowth were scanned , and then he was found. He was frog watching, sitting still and waiting for them to go hunting among the bushes, ponds , compost heaps and undergrowth. The frogs had lived in this garden for many generations. No one was going to catch them.
When September came and the garden was covered every morning with delicate webs of arachnids and nasturtiums shone with their sheer orangeness Samson started to venture into places new for long hours.
'Where is he?' could be heard in all corners of the estate.
'Do you think he has gone off for another adventure?' THEY said to one another.
They looked in the trees, they looked in the bushes, they looked in the three ponds, the gravel walks and the compost heaps, bins and seed beds. The greenhouse and the undergrowth were scanned , and then he was found. He was frog watching, sitting still and waiting for them to go hunting among the bushes, ponds , compost heaps and undergrowth. The frogs had lived in this garden for many generations. No one was going to catch them.
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