The Derby County mascot is called Rammy - so is a little Derby County fan called a Ramette or a lamby? Anyway, it doesn't really matter, all I know is Grandpa was really happy to see what Mummy had dressed me in the other day - a Derby County tracksuit. The only problem was, when we were out for the day everyone kept thinking I was a boy! Mummy and Daddy couldn't even be bothered to correct people in the end! Do people not recognise a highly trained athelete when they see one? I'm great at the front crawl and in football I'm a great dribbler. Derby County are not doing too well at the moment - perhaps I might even get a game if Mr Clough sees this and lets a girl play. Daddy has high hopes that one of his children will be a successful sportsperson. (I think he did hope it would be Noah, but thinks that he may be more into the arts - like dance - than sport, although Noah did say he wanted to be a goalie at the ice hockey!) Daddy says he doesn't mind if I play for Scotland - but he also says, "Let's be honest, if she's good enough she'll play for England - if not, she'll play for Scotland!" He only does it to wind people up. I've even been in practice for the after sport bath! Lesson one - do not eat the bubbles! Lesson two - watch out for the T-rex. Lesson three - the brown fish are not fish!
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