Monty, where are you off to in such a hurry ?
"Picnic, Dad. I smell sausages."
"Whoops, lost it. The wind's changed."
Turn right Monty.
"It's no good Dad. I need to smell it."
Poor blind boy.
"Maybe this way ... " *sniff sniff*
"Or this way ?" *sniff sniff*
"Ah well. Pick random direction and try again." *sigh*
Si the Dogblogger
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