Out through our new gate, down the steps, a look of determination on his face.
It starts with a thought... What is out there? Where did that big fat robin go?
How the heck do I get there from here?
I will figure it out. I think if I go through these pots...
Okay, now I am in the kitchen garden. Is that where I want to be?
No, I think I'd better get out of here, nothing in here for me.
Make sure you go through the very smallest part of the fence, just to see if you can make it. Mom will get you out if you get stuck, but you won't.
Okay, good, now inspect the irises.
Watch out for the cactus.
Yesterday there was a potato bug here, I guess he left.