Ya hear me! It's. My. Chewie!

The nerve of that Ernie. He wants my chewie.

Well, he ain't a-goin' to get it.

The chewie in question is on the ground by our feet - nicely covered in soil and dirt - just enough to give it a bit of flavour.

I've got used to my new hair-do now. It feels a bit different - even the wind against my fur (what there is of it) feels different. But kind of nice too.

Now I come to think of it, I do believe it might be Ernie's chewie anyway. But then again it might not. So if it's in my yard, it's mine.

That's all there is to it.