When Dad cut off the branches Mum was piling them up into a big heap, so I helped. I dragged all the branches and lined them up. Every now and again I would pinch a little branch and pull it out of the pile and take it for a run around the garden.
This is me pulling the branches into a big pile. Eventually I made it into a den and climbed inside for a sit down and a rest.
I had to inspect every branch to make sure it would go onto my pile. I nibbled all the sticky out bits until they fit together properly.
My den was nice and cosy but Dad dismantled it and started to cut it up, I wasn't too happy about that so I kept taking all the cut up bits and hiding them.
It was hard work and very tiring so I had to keep having a rest and let those two have a play. Mum and Dad said I had worked hard and were very pleased with me.
Think I will just have a snooze they may have finished by the time I wake up if I am lucky.
Sweet Dreams Bertie............................ zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz