So today I got a little bit bored. Okay, I'd been down the meadows and up "The Hill", avoided a large group of horses, got trampled by a Great Dane and herded a few ducks back onto Dutton's Pond. Back home, while my valet was making some blueberry frames, I found a weak spot in the perimeter fence. Alas, I was soon missed and a search party sent out. I was arrested two doors away. They have a very nice landscaped garden I must say!
My valet set about fixing the fence he thought I'd got over. Ha! The fool! While his back was turned working on it, I cunningly sneaked out through the secret tunnel I'd excavated under the hedge on the other side of the garden - the same route as I'd taken before. After much hullabaloo, I surrendered in a garden further down the street.
Confined to barracks, I watched through the window as my valet set to work again, this time on an impregnable piece of defence.