'Come on Maisy, let's go for walkies!' said Mrs Human. 'What's a walkies?' pondered Maisy, but she decided to go anyway because it sounded like it might be fun to try.
The rows of towering foxgloves seemed to point their purple bell fingers to the sky as part of their floral line- dance in the hedgerows.
Maisy & Mrs Human longed to join in.
But they needed to get to the top of the hill ...
... through into the lane
... and along the track
... so that they could make the most of the view. They stood together, awestruck.
Mrs Human and Maisy made their way home before the rain set in.
'Gosh,' thought Maisy, 'walkies is much easier going down hill!'
'I think you rather like walkies don't you Maisy?'
'Mmmm,' woofed Maisy, 'I rather do!'
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