Fiona Flies into Danger
It was a cold February morning, a watery sun had just woke up and was shining over Fingles Wood.
There was still some snow left on the ground but now at least the snowdrops could feel the warmth of the sun on their pretty white gowns.
In
the tree tops the rooks were calling to each other whilst in the bushes
the sparrows and robins were asking everyone to wake up. Two little
field mice scuttled down their hole to sleep for the day.
the tree tops the rooks were calling to each other whilst in the bushes
the sparrows and robins were asking everyone to wake up. Two little
field mice scuttled down their hole to sleep for the day.
Deep under the ground Monty Mole could hear the singing of the birds.
"I can’t for the life of me understand why they have to be so cheerful every morning.” he said, before going back to sleep.
"I can’t for the life of me understand why they have to be so cheerful every morning.” he said, before going back to sleep.
Flora the old fox was still dreaming of the days when she used to give the huntsmen a run for their money, now she just lay snug and warm in her den and let the young cubs have the fun.
Mrs
Rabbit had been up before the birds, with six children to look after
and the weather being so lousy,she had to try to get the housework
done before they woke up.
Rabbit had been up before the birds, with six children to look after
and the weather being so lousy,she had to try to get the housework
done before they woke up.
She had just finished washing the clothes and she went outside to hang it up.
“Morning Robby, morning Sidney.” she called out as she walked over to the washing line.
“Morning to you to Mrs Rabbit.” the birds sang out together.
“You have been busy this morning, are the children still in bed?”
“You have been busy this morning, are the children still in bed?”
“Yes, thank goodness.” She shouted back.
Molly Rabbit looked up at the washing line then stopped in amazement.
She couldn’t believe her eyes, for there, hanging on the clothes line, was a little fairy!
Molly closed her eyes and opened them again, there really was a fairy stuck to her washing line.
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