A couple of days ago, Flartus jokingly worried about whether Bernard is growing up and becoming a mature young donkey.

 

Don’t worry, Flartus. He’s not. We give you five minutes of a still typical Bernard evening:

 

Nigel: Oh good grief, Gracie. There he goes again.

 

Ellsworth: There he goes again, Buck.

 

Ellsworth: Round and round he goes, where he stops, nobody knows.

 

Bernard: I never want to grow up. Hey, I wonder if Gracie wants to play with me.

 

Bernard: Not so much. I wonder if I can find someone who does.

 

Bernard: Buck, do you want to play with me?

 

Bernard: Please?

 

Buck: Okay, Bernard, I’ll play with you.

 

Bernard: Squirrel! Oh look, there’s mamma! Mamma, do you want to play with me? 

Me: Oh dear. His ears are back. That means he really wants to play.

 

Bernard: Squirrel! Oh look, there’s Patrick! Patrick, do you want to play with me?

And there you have it. See? Don’t worry. ♥ ♥ ♥

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