Birthdays

On Saturday all the horses in the southern part of the world had their birthday. Arma wanted to say ‘Happy Birthday’ to a horse but did not see a single horse all day. No horses at the Prahran market (except on the merry-go-round), no horses on the St Kilda Beach tram and no horses at Ikea.



Never mind! The next day was Arpa’s birthday and there he was, right beside her so Arma could easily say ‘Happy Birthday Arpa!’ Arma gave Arpa a new bathrobe because the old one was split right down the back and every morning when Arpa leaned over the basin to brush his teeth his botty got rather cold.