Pumpkin Mice Tales (3)
When the colder weather came, the Pumpkin Mice decided to move to a warmer shelter. They found a lovely hole deep underground between the roots of an old oak tree.
One morning, White Mouse with the exceedingly long and beautiful green tail peeped out of the den. She squeaked with excitement. The other Mousekins scurried across to look.
They saw that visitors had arrived on the Tall Tower. Big Brown Mouse joined them. He had eaten a lot of books in his life and digested a lot of information. He told the Mousekins about the new inhabitants.
‘They have travelled from Antarctica,’ he said. ‘The black and white birds are penguins and the white animals are seals.’
The Mousekins gazed at Big Brown Mouse in awe, wondering if they would ever be as wise as him.
Big Brown Mouse continued, ‘Seals and penguins don’t like each other because seals eat penguins.’
In this, though, Big Brown Mouse was mistaken for these particular penguins and seals were great friends. There are exceptions to every rule.
The penguins were brothers. The oldest, the one with the bobble hat, was called Bob Bobble. The first thing he and his brothers did was to build an igloo. They chipped the ice off the puddles and fashioned a rather fine dwelling just big enough for all the penguins to live in.
Mysteriously, the seals created a pond and stocked it with fish. They enjoyed watching Blue Scarf hauling fish from the icy pond. He was generous and shared his catch with them.
His brother, Rufus Red, was the youngest penguin and he was excited every night by the coloured lights that twinkled so brightly on the Tall Tower, lighting up the snowman he had built. ‘They’re better than the Northern Lights,‘ he said.
Little Grey, the smallest Mousekin, asked, ‘How long will they stay?’
Big Brown Mouse smiled kindly at him and answered, ‘I think they will stay until the weather starts to get warmer, then they will return to Antarctica.’ Seeing the disappointment on the Mousekins’ faces he added gently, ‘That will be a long time.’
White Mouse with the exceedingly long and beautiful green tail said, ‘How did they get here?’
Big Brown Mouse sighed and said, ‘Nobody knows, ‘Tis a secret never to be told,’ and they all wiggled their whiskers and skittered back into the warmth and safety of their nest.
This is so lovely, it should be a children's book.
ReplyDeleteAh, if only . . .
DeleteRiver is right - maybe you and the mysterious postbox topper artist should collaborate. A pop-up book....
ReplyDeleteThe thought had crossed my mind but . . .
DeleteBeautifully told.....
ReplyDeleteThank you.
ReplyDeleteWonderful new post box topper and a lovely new chapter to you sweet Pumpkin Mice stories. A great start to the day. Thank you x
ReplyDeleteIsn't it lovely? Such talent.
DeleteI have always thought that the people who do these toppers are beautiful souls: Such work for no other reason that to bring a smile to the faces of others. Thank you for this post.
ReplyDeleteI agree - and there are a number of such thoughtful souls around here.
DeleteI really enjoy the story and I wish I could work myself up to crocheting anything one half this cute. If only we had this kind of cuteness around our mail boxes.
ReplyDeleteThere you are, Lynn - a challenge:-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a clever tale!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary.
ReplyDeleteHow delightful is that postbox topper ... and I'm glad to read that the pumpkin mice have been able to find a warm shelter. 'Tis not the season for pumpkin mice to be out and about! xxx
ReplyDelete'Tis the season to stay indoors out of the cruel elements! x x x
ReplyDeleteHi Janice - the postbox crocheters are very clever ... love it - cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteThey are, aren't they?
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