Clarissa decided it was about time that we got some culture, so she bought tickets for the theatre. We all dressed up in our Sunday best — Clarissa, me, Nigel, and his little dog, Winston, who even put on his Sunday best collar — and we went along to the Burrow Theatre. The theatre was very popular. There were hardly any spare seats.Clarissa said that the play was called "Waiting for Carrot" by Samuel Rabbitt. Well, I don't know what was going on; I spent two hours waiting for the carrot, but it never turned up.
What a disappointment!
When we got home, I drew this picture of us at the theatre.
