11/16/14

Who was where, and where was what...(chapter 5)

…On the  Hilltop, at Hilltop Hall, in the Hilltop Hall living room, a Mouse and a Dutchess sit together, side by side, in a window nook viewing the misty garden. They look worried!

-I do hope all our friends have found shelter….. twittered Miss Moussie,  and I better stay with you dearest, in case something happens,  I mean..you being all alone in this big old Hilltop mansion..!
-Please do...answered the Dutchess …but I must say I do  like a good thunderstorm once in a while. It clears the air..…
-Yes…well…I don’t know twittered Miss Moussie …Maybe..some tea dear..to calm our nerves..?
-That’s a wonderful  idea. You stay put my sweet mouse…I will be back in jiffy..

The Dutchess left the living room, leaving Miss Moussie staring into the fog…it turned from green into a mysterious purple haze.

 The passage from the living room towards the kitchen was dark. It was a hallway filled with old ornaments,  and the walls were decorated with paintings from the Dutchess’s ancestors.
There was one with a Pirate…and one picturing a  lady in a wintry forest,in depth of field  with  next to her an owl sitting on a fence.
Quickly our Dutchess moved through the corridor..…the darkness didn't bother her…she knew every shadow and every sound..

But..did she really…?
Because,  then,  suddenly,  she heard something  ..softer then a whisper..more like someone breathing.. followed by a very clear  tinkling sound. Like a bell or  icicle’s moving in the wind..
Abruptly the Dutchess stopped ….she listened…who, or what was it that made this corridor into its hiding place....!
-Anybody there…she said in a calm tone of voice…and she repeated…ANYBODY ..answer me please…!
No answer was heard..…only the ticking of the clock…and THEN…the first  LOUD thunder accompanied by the BIGGEST lightning flash..immediately followed by  the most frightful twitters  uttered by Miss Moussie ……-There he is ..I saw him…there he is..!!

Now, DEAR READER AND FRIEND…I’m confused…who was where, and where was what… Anyhow…"THEY"are  HERE…



10/19/14

Waiting..(Chapter 4)


The hours to come would later proof to be more than magical..they would be epic…!
 This, our Dutchess and Miss Moussie didn’t know yet…but, now, dear reader and friend, YOU know..so hold on to this book and read on..

After  Miss Moussie  did catch her breath she was able to tell The Dutchess what  she had just found on the Hilltop..

-A scent you say..really,  did I understand you correctly..you found something smelly..said the Dutchess  surprised..
- Yes..Squeaked Miss Moussie exited…LIKE BEAR..!

…The summer breeze hushed.. the birds paused in their  flight and song, and with the butterflies they fluttered by,  in slow motion..curious…listening.
The word BEAR changed the entire atmosphere in the garden ..it became very quiet..like…maybe like a quiet  before a storm..

-Is he..could it..can it be….really HIM, whispered the Dutchess ?
-I know its him,  squeaked Miss Moussie softly…there is no one that smelly. I mean…well, (and there she giggled).
-Then, my dear Miss M, we can expect him any minute now..!
-I believe we can dearest Dutchess..I believe we can…O my goodness…so many things to do so little time..I must assemble a  welcome home comity..

The stillness in the garden became now noticeable..even for the Dutchess and Miss Moussie in their enthusiasm … Clouds gathered.. the hot summer day changed  into a summer evening that wrapt itself around the Hilltop inhabitants like a  moist cloak…

-This heat is too heavy for a delicate creature like myself..squeaked Miss Moussie..I just can’t  think straight ..there’s  a fog  rising..
-In  your mind darling..?
-No, look…over the Pond and beyond……it looks very suspicious. One can never trust a fog !
-Heavens,Yes..it looks kind of greenish!  We better go inside dear…
 A storm is rising..

And so they did…a Dutchess and a Mousse. Together waiting for what was coming next…

At the Pond a strange fog waved over the white water lilies ..the surface of the water rippled. A green creature appeared. A frog in the fog…It was Gustave coming to check on the weather. But after a quick glance  he dived back into the water…heading for the deep…to be safe...


(picture by The Dutchess)


10/9/14

Louder than a door...( Chapter Three )

 In a garden - not so very far from where Miss Moussie now is tumbling down the hill like a fluffy tumbleweed, because she is in such a hurry to go tell what she had just discovered -someone is sitting in a deckchair…drinking iced tea…

 -It hasn't been this warm since years... said the Dutchess to herself whilst waving fiercely with a fan…its almost too hot to handle... !
 She had been trying to write... but really it was too hot to concentrate... then she tried to read... but the words were to slow to enter her mind... they lingered in the heat and evaporated...
 Then she planned to take a little nap… a siesta in the garden under the old oak tree... but her thoughts wandered of all over the place and now she just was sitting there... watching the grass grow...

 Time took her time to pass… like it was stuck… sticky minutes gliding like hot syrup dripping from a spoon...

 Whilst casting her eyes over the lawn… over the pink roses, the Pond in the distance... the garden path towards Hilltop Hall... the Dutchess  smiled... How much she loved that old, with green ivy overgrown house... sometimes she felt like she could hug it ... wasn't that silly...  Sure, there were worries ... the cracks in the old walls…lots of squeaky doors, an ancient plumbing system..the pipes sometimes made a noise like a complete wind orchestra playing a concerto, and maybe, just maybe, she needed to redecorate . There still was the wallpaper her grandmother once plastered to the bedroom walls…showing birds and forget-me-not’s. And the fireplace in the kitchen was the same one like one-hundred years ago...

 Suddenly, a noise coming from the entrance of the garden, at the garden gate, interrupted our dear Dutchess in her reminiscing’s... A mouse came running... waving a yellow straw hat... squeaking at the top of her longs, louder than any old door ever could squeak in the whole house….

 -He’s coming home..he's coming home...!


7/13/14

Its A....( .Chapter two. )


Mountains can be high...rivers wide...and a road may be winding and long ...The bear knew..
 Softly the sun filters its early morning light through fresh green leaves.
Spring is promising..and the bear starts his journey..
At first..he is just standing there..letting the sun warm his old bones..The road ahead would be difficult.. The bear knew...

 Days became nights, and nights became days again..
The bear sometimes rested under a sheltering starry sky.. Every new day the sun accompanied him..getting stronger..days grew longer..and the bear was now feeling younger..than he was..

 There he stood...on a hilltop covered with pine trees....catching a gust of wind in his nose..smelling a familiar scent..of straw..wildflowers..shadow of Oak ..
- Summer has arrived..whispered the bear.
 The caresses of the breeze tickled his fur, and the bear sighed.. The Bear knew..he was almost there..

 Meanwhile...on a different Hilltop, a mouse was wandering.. A mouse wearing a straw hat..A Mouse on a summer stroll..
 She had been climbing the Hilltop and now paused for a while under the big old oak tree, midst the wildflowers, to catch her breath..

 The sun stood high..there was a soft breeze..
 -Aah,  sighed the mousse..The summer wind..!
 The wind took with him the smell of shade from Pine trees.....and..what was that.. something in the air was....was very familiar..
 -I know that smell..said Miss Moussie..and of course she knew..she always knows everything.
.-Its...its...and there Miss Moussie stopped..threw her straw hat in the air and jumped for joy before she called out...

 ........IT's A BEAR...



5/3/14

There are places on this earth.. Chapter One.


There are places on this earth where it's peaceful..where trees have been slumbering for ages..and forests are old as time. I know such a place...and if you let me I will take you there..in a story, which I'm about to tell you now.
 I will choose my words carefully, so you can listen, and memorize, this to tribute the creatures who will surely come alive in this saga, and, like they told me secretly, will never leave you..They will be there to give you strength...courage..hope..and stay with you, by your side and in your heart for ever and ever....or, as long as you need them to .
 They promised to also make you smile..because a smile is one of the most beautiful things human eyes can behold....it's like a sunrise!
 And with a sunrise this adventure begins..

What color would you like the sunrise to be...picture it..in your mind's eye.!.
Then ,let the light slowly caress the treetops...to wake up the birds.
The birds are always first to rise..Did you know  it's the older birds that rise sooner than the young..Yes, the young may be bold and sitting in the top of the highest tree, but it's always the wise and elderly who sing the sunrise song...I think it's because they know that there is no time to waste.. life is short!

Through a veil of mist the sun now reaches the hedgerows..dewdrops are catching rays of light and create rainbow mirrors..this to please the little creatures living there,in the undergrowth.

Slowly the light is crawling through the grass...entering rabbit holes and revealing fluffy bunny ears...
One very bright and strong ray of sunlight creeps into a jungle of ferns...then, stays there for a second, like it's wondering to get out..or maybe still continue in this wilderness..But like the saying goes - it has to be dark to see the light- motivates this little ray to carry on...And behold....his light went shining straight through the ferns...only to show that behind this green cascade of leaves there was an entrance of yet another dark matter..



Now, the light, very curious and determent to explore, made his way into the blackness..searched, found, and touched something..and this THING responded.....with a sneeze...!

The morning sunrise had just landed in a bears den, and tickled a bears nose...

After the sneeze...which created a breeze in the leaves....there was silence in the den...

 The bear then growled, with a gloomy dark brown voice...
-Go away....!
-Go away I say..I command you, LIGHT, leave my den..NOW...!

 But as we all know..the early morning light will not be chased easily...it's playful...filled with expectation.
It calls you..beckons you...says,open your eyes you earthling..this is the day..this is the day that will never return..!
Not ONE but many rays of light now filled the bears den...and all together they decided to have a ball !
In the dusty den millions of little light particles danced and whirled..and when the bear carefully opened ONE eye..he was almost blinded by all of the sparkles and glitter..

The first word which then sprung to his mind was...

 ........"SPRING"......

 And after months and months of sleep....the bear jumped up, grinned, clapped his paws and made his fur shake..He was awake...

 The bear was back...


                                                                          *****

4/13/14


I do believe something is happening here....come back soon ...because what ever is going on on the Hilltop..we mustn't miss it..

2/15/14

Love is...


Being so happy to see you again on the Hilltop....I send you my heart..your Miss Moussie.Always...xoxo

6/24/13

Easy breezy...


There's a blackbird singing in the garden...

Miss Moussie is walking down the Lonely Willow lane....she looks sprightly, and carefree...in her little yellow raincoat.
Nature is at ease on the Hilltop...today that is...A few days ago there was a fierce summer storm....!














The garden smells like rain..
Its lovely to be outside.
Life is easy breezy at the Hilltop..

6/14/13

Time goes by...



Time goes by on the Hilltop...We are all well...How are you...It has been a while...we know....and we did ask our Dutches to come and sit in her birds nest so we can tell our stories...so she can write them down...

But....there's little baby born in the family...our Dutchess is ever so busy........first things first.....

So......We  wait....


Read the newspaper...and wait...


Act silly......and wait.....

Listen to the babbling brook....and wait......

Soon.....


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5/4/13

A New Adventure..



Come on Sir Horatio....you can do it...

On the Hilltop we are all outside..taking a hike into the wild....but crossing the Dangerous Drumble isn't easy...

4/27/13

Out of the darkness a little creature comes crawling....

Midnight..The clock in the hilltop hallway strike's twelve...
All is quiet in the house...nothing is stirring..not even a mouse..
The Christmas tree stands tall and proud in the middle of the hallway...protecting the Christmas presents left there by the hilltop inhabitants...
 
Out of  the darkness a little creature comes crawling ....he approaches the presents...and then...steels them away..
Who is this thief that entered the Hilltop in the middle of the night..?
 
Only the tree knows..
 
The clock in the Hilltop hallway strikes seven..
Early....VERY early in the morning at Hilltop Hall..all is quiet in the house...but not for long...
 
A door opens and in comes the Dutchess...on her way to light the lights in the tree...
Its now a tree out of a fairy-tale...its like a thousand fireflies dance between its branches..
-So lovely whispers the dutchess....and while she is standing there in awe...she notices something...
-O my goodness she cries out... This can not be true...this can not be true....where are all the present's....?
 
The clock in the Hilltop Hallway strikes eight...
All is chaos in the house and all of the Hilltop creatures are there...in shock...running hither and thither and babbling nonsense..
 
-We have to call Sherlock Holmes twitters Miss Moussie...this is very suspicious..
-.....Who?...says Who.....I'm afraid we will have to do our own investigation my dear Miss Moussie...
-We need a dog...like the one of the Baskervilles..twitter's Miss Moussie .. he will find the rascal who stole our presents..
.....Who?...says Who...from where..? Sounds like a dog who can't be trusted...
-We need our whit...because one needs it especially when one is at  one's  whit's end...croaks Gustave,,
...You are not making any sense Gus....says Elvira...what's a whit...?
.....Horatio keeps silent..he's just prickly...very prickly...and silent...
 
Then the Dutchess raises her voice to speak...
My dear dear friends......I know its very sad what happened but please let me make a new start by wishing  you a merry Christmas...and please, let our friendship be our present this Christmas morning.....!
 
The clock stroke nine..everybody counted with a heavy heart......and after the last chime the silence was overwhelming ....
 
Suddenly..with a soft squeak..the kitchen door opened....a little nose peeps around the corner..
 
Everybody cried out together as in a choir.......MR Ccccccccccccccccccc.......!!!
And much to everyone's surprise they saw Mr mole enter, dragging behind him the BIGGEST Christmas stocking EVER...
 
To make a long story short.....all's well that ends well....
Mr Mole told about his strange predicament....and our Hilltop creature's understood...happy to have found their presents back and very proud that Mr Mole came up with this very creative and brilliant solution...
Knitting a stocking to keep the presents ,and to use again and again in Christmases to come..
 
And now for the curious readers among us who want to know what exactly was IN that stocking...
 
Miss Moussie gave a red velvet cloak and hat with purple feather to a still very prickly Horatio....
A very prickly, but now very smart dressed Horatio gave our Dutchess a Poem....he wrote this influenced by Shakespeare when he was staying over in the Hilltop Library one night!
The Dutchess baked a jar full of imaginary cookies for Gustave..he couldn't believe his eyes..
Gustave  sang a ballade..for Elvira..The ballade of a naughty squirrel...and he played his banjo to go with it..
Elvira made a nutty gold and shiny garland made out of a thousand nuts for Who..to decorate his tree..
.........and Who ..Who did something very special...he declared himself to be Miss Moussie's personal bodyguard. A declaration of  loyalty ..written in his own blood....for ever and always, to protect her from harm and predator's..
 


and Mr Mole...well...we all know what he did...

 
                                                               THE END.
 
 
 
 
 
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3/11/13

Finally


On a bright and crisp winter morning a strange parade strutted down the Hilltop Lane..

There was..a squirrel..a frog..a hedgehog...a mouse...and a big fluffy feathered owl...all carrying packages...presents to be precise...!
They walked into the Hilltop kitchen..invited by the Dutchess...who also carried a present...a big one...she almost disappeared behind it...
Then with very serious looking faces the parade came to a halt in the hallway..under the Christmas tree..(its still Christmas at the Hilltop, for all you readers who did not follow this story..and for all who lost track..;-)

-Finally..said the Dutchess.. wonderful...we all have our presents ready, now we just have to wait for Christmas morning to open them..I'm so exited..
-Yes...me too..croaked Gustave...and nervous..
-Don't be nervous you silly frog...twittered Miss Moussie..I'm sure that whoever you made your present for will just LOVE it..
-You are absolutely right my dear Miss...said Sir Horatio..because speaking for myself..I KNOW that the person I made my present for will be over the moon with it..

Miss Moussie raised one eyebrow..like she always does when she finds something very strange ..then, suddenly looked around in surprise and twittered..
-Everybody...where is Mr Mole..?

-Late...late like he always is..hooted Who...
-Maybe he is a bit shy...Elvira said dangling from the chandelier...
.She is a squirrel who loves shiny glittery things..so..she just can;t stay away from this chandelier when she sees it..
-This could very well be the case..said the Dutchess..lets give him some time and space..I'm sure he will deliver his present later..and please come down from up there Elvira...please be carefull..you might  drop your present..!
-Yes ..listen to our Dutchess Elvira..twittered miss Moussie..chandeliers can be very suspicious..and how come you look so sparkling my dear....its looks like you are covered with fairy dust..

A few moments later the parade left the hall....and they all just couldn't wait till Christmas morning...to open their presents..

  Elvira...will you come down from there...

2/12/13

Endeavour...


The night was dark.....like they usely are on the Hilltop!

Our Hilltop inhabitants were all in a deep slumber... Miss Moussie was dreaming about red velvet...The Dutchess about cookies and paint..Horatio dreamt a midsummer nights dream...and Gustave...Gustave was heaving a nightmare..O dear..!! He dreamt that he had lost the recipe of his very famous soup..with the secret ingredient!

And where was WHO..was he still sitting in his tree..overlooking the forest....Yes he was..but now with his eyes closed...and snoring...dreaming about music and bubbles.. In the same tree Elvira had found her dwelling place.....in a hollow filled with nuts....and she was dreaming of shiny silver and sparkling gold..

Now...did we forget someone...Yes..of course we did...Where is Mr Mole..?
  In his labyrinth you say....? That's very well possible..because that's where he went when he left the Hilltop Hall kitchen.
.Lets find out..and follow the long dark passages underground until we reach his residence..

Ssst ,be very quiet... There ..I can see a light at the end of this tunnel....LOOK..!
There he is, Mr C Mole....and what exactly is he doing...?
O My Goodness...when my eyes don't deceive me in this dark habitat...Mr Mole is ....knitting...!!!

We can hear him speaking to himself like he always does when he is alone..

-So happy I found the solution to my very strange predicament..-C whispered while knitting.-Now I can ENDEAVOUR...and I WILL succeed in this enterprise..I will..I will...!!
 

1/27/13

A wink and a kiss...


At the very moment that Mr Mole was attacked by the growling thing..a door opened and a figure entered the kitchen...it was dressed in white ruffles and ribbons.....carrying a light..

-Ddddutchess..thank god....stammered Mr Mole..help me..I;m being ambushed....

-Ambushed..by WHO...said a voice behind him..-.I just wanted so say a friendly hello..its me Horatio..!

-Then your hello sounded rather funny old chap...said the dutchess.. I could hear it in the Hall way and it sounded more like a growl to me...I wonder why?....Maybe it was something you ate..?.

-Ahum...well..no ..I was just minding my own business in the dark..in search of some inspiration...when Mr Mole happened to wander through the kitchen...What exactly where you doing here Mr C in the middle of the night...
  -Could ask you the same thing...said Mole..still recovering from shock..could ask you the same thing friend Horatio..inspiration you said...inspiration...for what....?

-Darlings...said the Dutchess...lets not quarrel...I was just on my way to bed..its late...can I offer you a place for the night...Like..the Library dear C,you like it there! And maybe for you also Horatio..you could sleep on different shelf's of course...I would suggest the M from Macbeth for Mr Mole..., and the H from Hamlet for Sir Horatio......!

  -Hahaaaaa laughed Mr Mole...hahaaa, you are great my dearest Dutchess..hahaaa...
-What;s so funny...asked Sir Hog...did I miss something...
-Its nothing dear Horatio...just being silly..said the dutches,she gave with a wink towards Mr C....and then kissed the little mole on his head..

Mr Mole, very surprised, looked the Dutchess in her lovely green eyes and thought...O My..isn;t she sweet....I can not bother her now with my strange and difficult predicament..she must go to bed..I know she must of had a busy day...because she smells like cookies and paint...

-You are blushing friend C..said Horatio.....I see it even in the dark...hahaa..
Then the Dutchess kissed Horatio too...on his nose...(to be safe)...and said...Well..goodnight darlings...sleep well...

  She then left the kitchen leaving Sir Horatio Hog speechless, and Mr C Mole in a hurry..
.... Mr  C  ran home...as fast as his little feet could run....

 
After a few speechless minutes Sir Horatio followed the Dutchess...to ask her where to find Hamlet....!

1/18/13

Very Prickly...


Mr Mole was now on his way to see the Dutchess...

He was talking to himself out loud...whilst stumbling over the dark forest path heading to Hilltop Hall.

- Lets me see, said C... there's Miss Moussie... making a present for Horatio Hog... I'm sure about that... There's Elvira,making a nutty present for...I don't know, but I think it must be Who... Who loves nutty! Then there's Who ..who's making a present for..I don't know WHO,but I think it could be Gustave because he was sitting at Gustave pond... pondering...! And then there's Gustave... singing in bubbles... so I think he is making presently at this moment a song for Miss Moussie... or maybe for our Dutchess... and then there's me... and I'm going to make a gift for myself... hahaaa... no no no... this can not be...

Half an our... and a lot of worrying later... Mr C arrived at Hilltop Hall.
It was pitch dark... C's lantern died a few minutes before arrival and now the world was without light... It was ever so silent at Hilltop Hall... not a creature was stirring... not even a mouse..!
Mr C pushed himself through the crack in the wall... and entered the kitchen...
Nobody there... just a little flame simmering in the wood stove...the ticking of the cuckoo clock...and some left over apple pie on the table..

-Youhoe....whispered C..yyouhhoe....anybody home..
There was no answer..
-I'm to late whispered C..I think our dear Dutchess already went up to bed...?
Then...something happened that gave Mr C the most frightful fright he was ever to experience in his whole life..something came out of nowhere...or maybe from behind the curtains....and attacked him..!! And the' thing' made a very scarry ghostly sound..like....GRrOWWwLLL.....and it was prickly ..very very prickly..

1/2/13

Tiny Bubbles..

So nice of Elvira to lend me her lantern...mumbled Mole...my eyes are not what they used to be in the dark..Now,...let me see..Gustave's Pond must now be very close..
A big pine tree stood tall and motionless, a majestic giant ruling over the forest..and ,in the top of the tree..there was WHO..sitting ever so still...like an ornament, crowing this forest king.
Who looked down...he had seen Mr C coming from afar....
-What is my friend C doing at this time a night in the forest, he wondered...
At the foot of the tree was a pond..Gustave's pond...could this be Mr C's destination..?
Who hooted....Mr C looked up...and raised his lantern..
-O ..Who...its you....wonderful spot to sit my friend..you look ever so high and mighty..what are you doing there...if I may ask..?
-Thinking...said Who...thinking...and creating...for my secret present...and what are YOU doing here in the middle of the night..?
-Eh...Eh..stammered Mr C...well I was..eh,I wanted..
But, before Mr Mole could finish his sentence and, maybe ..ask Who to help him in his strange predicament..there suddenly sounded..MUSIC..
Both C and Who now stared at the pond..the surface of the water was black like a bats wing...then tiny bubbles bubbled up......
Strangest thing was that these bubbles made a lovely sound..someone was singing...singing under water..
-That's our friend Gustave...hooted Who..
-And he's singing..said Mr Mole...I never heard him sing before..I think he is learning a song...
-Maybe we are not supposed to hear this ..hooted Who...
-Maybe not...said C..because then it would spoil his surprise...lets go Who..
Who flew of ...on silent feathers....leaving Mr Mole standing there..
-What now..whispered Mole..all my friends are to busy...what to do next...Well..there;s always our Dutchess...I hope its not to late to ask her for help..
And so Mr Mole changed his plan and direction...following the road to Hilltop Hall....
 

12/31/12

Happy New Year !!!


Dear reader and friend..we interrupt our story about Mr mole and the Christmas presents to wish you a wonderful and magical New year..

We know its a bit silly to cellebrate Christmas in January but..well..time is an illusion anyway.....see you on wednesday in the next episode...-Mr Mole in the dark-

12/27/12

A Nutty Task...

On his way to the Hilltop Pond Mr C Mole had to walk through Acorn Lane...that's where Elvira lives...high up a tree..in a big Squirrel's nest..
Its not the only home for Elvira..she also has one for winter...sheltered in the hollow of a maple tree....
Darkness fell....and Mr Mole had to carefully watch his step....For a minute there he was thinking that maybe taking the underground route would be faster..but then again he was enjoying the nightly air and the moonlight shining through the branches of the treetops.
-Isn't the Hilltop a wonderful place to live..he mumbled to himself..
Then, suddenly...something fell on his head..TOINK.!!!!......It bounced ..and then fell to the ground....
-Goodness..WWWhat was that..stammered C...and ..TOINK..there it happened again...followed by a little voice yelling..TIMBER!!!
Mr C looked up to see where this little voice came from and then, much to his surprise... it was raining acorns all around him...
-Elvira...is this you....said C ....is this you up there bombarding me ....you nutty naughty squirrel girl......?

And indeed....Elvira jumped down....giggling..-So sorry dear C..I didn't see you there.....I am ever so busy..I need a thousand nuts...or more..for my secret present...
Could you be so kind and help me...I want to fill this basket before its to dark to see, you see...
-O....I see, said C...
And so it happened that Mr Mole, on his way to visit Gustave, assisted Elvira in her nutty task to fill her basket...
Whilst doing so he wondered...- Shall I ask Elvira..shall I tel her in what strange predicament I;m in..?
-No...cant do that...can not do that..look, how busy Elvira is..and how happy to go and make her present...
Better carry on... find Gustave..And then, Mr C continued, following the road to the Hilltop Pond....
 
 

12/25/12

Before this Year will end....


Merry Christmas to you all..dear readers and friends.. The story about Mr Mole and The Christmas presents will continue in a few days..My camera broke down and now I can not take pictures...so ..now we are ..just like Mr Mole left in the dark about the ending...But I;ll be back soon...before this year can come to an end..promise..!

12/17/12

A Red Velvet Cape..

Mr mole searched and searched..but no book about -How to deal with strange predicaments- was found..alas...

-O dear ..he sighed..now what?..I guess there's nothing left to do then just tell my problem to a friend..maybe...YES... maybe Miss Moussie could tell me what do to..!
And Mr Mole rushed out of his labyrinth to go visit Miss Moussie in her birds nest...

When he approached her little nest in the tree he could see a light burning....
-Aha...said Mr C...thank goodness she must be at home..let me check and take a peek through the window..
Mr C climbed up..-.and believe me this is not an easy thing to do for a mole-...and then pressed his little mole nose to the window to see what was going on inside..
He could hear Miss Moussie twittering...but he could hardly see where the twitter came from..it seemed to come from under a wave and whirl of red velvet...

-Marvellous..marvellous..twittered Miss Moussie...this is going to be just MARVELLOUS...a red velvet coat for Sit Horatio..just like the one Sherlock Holmes is wearing in one of my favourite books... I knew these old theatre curtains would be useful one day..O....goody...Horatio will be thrilled...and this coat will also be convenient when he gets prickly.... And I'll make him a hat too...with a feather..
MR Mole sat very still...not only because otherwise he could fall from the branch he was sitting on..but also because he was thinking....and thinking..and thinking..
This always takes some time for Mr C..he has a great mind so there's much in it to think about..and consider..

-I can not tell her...he whispered to himself..I can not tell her..l can hear how happy and busy she is....covered under all that velvet...I mustn't disturb her ...
I'll better go and find Gustave...Yes...that's what I will do next...!

Very carefully Mr C climbed down from the tree...and made his way through the Hilltop forest...to go and find Gustave..in the Hilltop Pond..


12/6/12

A strange predicament..

Mr Mole stood perplexed...
-Iiits me..he stammered...that's mmy nname on this piece of paper..
Minutes went by...and still Mr Mole just stood there..thinking..
-I don't know what to do..What can I do...he mumbled to himself..
I believe there's this book...YES..I remember the title......
.....How to deal with strange predicaments.....
Maybe it can help me....I'have to find it...

And Mr Mole climbed his ladder up to the top bookshelf...and started searching..
 

12/2/12

Making a list..checking it twice..?

Soon..the Hilltop kitchen was filled with woodland creatures...

The Dutchess was making sure that everyone had their tea and cookies before she sat down at the table...for a minute she looked at all the sweet faces of her friends...then,whilst raising her voice she said..

-My dear Hilltop inhabitants...its so good to see you here and I'm so happy that you all came visiting me on so short notice...I have a very important message for you all...its about the Christmas presents..

-What about the presents my dear Lady..croaked Gustave....do you need a list....I have mine ready...
-Mine too...said Elvira...
-.....and mine....uttered Sir Horatio with his mouth full of cookie....I could make copies for all of you.. -Really....twittered Miss Moussie....I don't think we need a copy of your list this year Horatio....but just because I'm curious..how many items where on your list...Hmmm?
  -....nothing special my dear miss Moussie..nothing special ..said Horatio....and he stuffed another cookie in to his mouth..
-How about YOUR list then..dear Mr Mole..said the Dutchess...did you have a list ready for us..
-Nnnnoo....stammered C nervously...no no....I completely forgot about Christmas....I was reading this book you see..and ..well....Sorry...
-Typical...mumbled Horatio..typical....
-Forget about the lists...twittered Miss Moussie....while she looked Sir Horatio firmly in the eye......this year we are going to do things differently..!
-...............we are, croaked Gustave...?
-Yep.....squeaked Miss Moussie....we have come up with a marvelous plan...didn't we dearest Dutchess.....?

And now our Dutchess explained why she wanted to do things differently this year...and how special it was to care about your loved ones.. and therefore make them ONE very very very special gift... Then....Miss Moussie placed the Duchess's bonnet on the kitchen table.....and twittered....

-Go ahead my friends...pick a card out of this hat...but don;t tell who it is you have picked..don't read the name you see written out loud.....this is going to be the biggest secret to keep in the weeks to follow....!!!
-How exiting whispered Elvira...I wonder WHO will pick ME..-
-Maybe I will....hooted Who who sat next to her...

.....The next few minutes in the kitchen where  silent and serious....they all picked a card...and they all secretly looked at the name written...Horatio did this hiding behind the tea cosy.....you could hear him sighing....-Phew...thank goodness..!
  -Mr Mole did not say anything...and he did not read what was written on his card !...Why not?....Well...he simply had forgotten his reading glasses....
About an our and many cups of tea later... all the Hilltop inhabitants where back in their nests...Mr Mole entered his labyrinth...

  -Now...let me see said C....where are my reading glasses...aah..there they are..in the flowerpot.. With the glasses on his nose he slowly unfolded the little piece of paper and he read....

                      .....MR. C. MOLE........

                                                      
                                                     
                                                      
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11/26/12

A conversation in the kitchen...


 A cold and grey day in late November...a dark cloud is hanging over the Hilltop...lights are burning in the kitchen of Hilltop Hall.....and a warm fire is burning in the hearth..
Lets take a peek through the window and see what's happening there today...its been a long time since we heard from our Dutchess and Company..

Look..there's the Dutchess...sitting at the table...scribbling away on a piece of paper..and...o how wonderful....there's Miss Moussie..sitting on her thimble next to the teapot..
O dear..they are both looking so very serious....
I know its not a polite thing to do, but..lets listen to their conversation..through the keyhole..

-Its not easy..its not easy at all...finding gifts for everybody....sighed the Dutchess chewing on her pen..
-I know..I know...answered Miss Moussie...it gets more difficult every year...
-Maybe we are doing it wrong my dearest M....I believe we are missing something..
-Yes..we are missing a lot of gifts..for a lot of our friends...twittered Miss Moussie..!!!
-A lot of gifts...that's IT......that's the problem exactly my dear Watson...what would I do without you..
-.......Then..my dearest Sherlock..please explain what I just said..
-...We don't NEED a lot of gifts..now do we ?...We already HAVE what we need... the only thing we could add to that is something from the heart..something we made ourselves..just ONE gift..and a very special one indeed....
-....Then...maybe we could make name tags....and pick .from out of your bonnet..and then we make a very very special gift for the one we picked.....?
-Elementary dear Watson..we just  found an uncomplicated solution to the problem....how marvelous..!!!
-Then..I'm going to gather all of our friends into the kitchen....NOW!!
-And I'll put the kettle on....tea and cakes in a few  minutes...

0o...dear reader and friend...we better skedaddle...before Miss Moussie comes galloping out of the crack in the wall...
I don't know about you...but in the weeks to come I'm going to follow Miss Moussie's adventure called....The Christmas Presents!!!

11/6/12

Puddle...



I knew it was there..this puddle..but it was deeper then I expected...

10/22/12

Bless You


There's a concert going on at Hilltop Hall....but its not one we would like you to attend...

 Its a concert of sniffles and sneezes...and a lot of coughing ....time and place if you would still be interested...The Hilltop Kitchen....this very minute..

 -AAAAAAAtsjoem........
 -TSJIE... TSJIE..... TSSJIE.....
 -Uche uche uche uche....
-Achoo....achoooooooooooo...A.....
 -Ahhem..ahem....
 -A-a-a-a-a-a-choo.....a-a-a-a-aa-chooo....
- Ccough....cccough....coughcoughcough....

 Who, who is trying to conduct this orchestra is flapping his wings.........

-.Dutchess....Dutchess dearest...there...under your nose, under your nose...!
 -What...what's under my nose friend Who....
 -I see it...tsjie..tsjie....twitters Miss Moussie sneezing...tsjie...a drip....
 -Whoof...whoof....sneezes Who....and again.....whoof...and ....please dear...take my hanky....
 -Thank you Who.....but I'm fine.....ahhem ahhem....
 -Then blow your nose my lady...aaaaa chooo....a-a-a-a......oke.....croaked Gustave....
 -TOOT....TOOT....TOOT....blows the Dutchess...

 _We better go and watch a movie....tsjie..twitters Miss Moussie
-One in wich everyone has a co....cooooo ..cooooold tjsoem...said Elvira with tears in her eyes from coughing...
-Would that make you feel better...toot toot....asked the Dutchess....then lets do so....
-A a cho.....bless you ...who ever this was...


10/20/12

Under the weather..

 
A strange way of saying but it is what it is...we are all a bit under the weather ...Somewhat indisposed... slightly ill. We need tea..and lots of it....Elvira dearest...do be carefull...before you"ll now it you will be under the teacup....

10/4/12

Red..

Cold nights ...warm hearts...Elvira is knitting with passion..Red is the color of love...
 
I;m away for a short while dear reader and friend...you can find Elvira at the gate...sitting an knitting...I;m sure she will let you in...back in a jiffy....
 
T.D


9/23/12

Harvest on The Hilltop...


 
Whilst Gustave, Mr C,our dear Dutchess,Sir Horatio,and all the other woodland creatures and hedgerow inhabitants are very busy harvesting I would like to take some time to say hello.....HELLO THERE...my dear reader and friend..so good to see you on The Hilltop..
To celebrate the occasion I baked some mushroom cakes..No...it wasn;t Gustave...I did it aaaall by myself...sit yourself down and enjoy...

8/26/12

Miss Moussie Live...




You have been watching....................... our first Hilltop news production....!!! Pump up the volume because..WEll....we do have to work on the audio...:)

8/19/12

Shade...

For a moment there we thought that Elvira had collapsed from the heat....

-No no ..nothing is the matter with me...she said...I'm just creating my own shade..!!


Its a ver very very hot day at the Hilltop...Phfffff.....

8/14/12

Hi......

Hello there...

Just wanted to say HI .........we are having a pool day at the pond in the garden today....the sun is shining ever so lovely and our dutchess is back..telling stories about her journey.....there is however a itsy bitsy spider interrupting....yelling HIS journey was even more spectacular then the Dutchess's who went very high up the mountain....He says he went on a trip in a zeppelin...ha....of course we don't believe him....!!

7/12/12

Tea and more tea...

Ladies...when you are ready..your tree awaits.... The tea party will find place UP THE TREE......TEEHEE....
Find yourself a teacup..and a lovely branch to sit... This really is a HIGH tea....
Miss Moussie worked very hard to get this party from the ground....on to a higher level..! There is tea ..and more tea....
Grab a piece of pie...cake..maybe an appelflap...and enjoy yourself.. We will party until we drop....
The garden is there to visit ..and your friends are always waiting to welcome you.. Me..T.D, will be gone for a few weeks...
Hilltop Hall Gate keeper this time...Gustave...who will make sure you will never be without cookies or tea..

Untill we meet again.. T.D

7/6/12

A miracle in the kitchen..

After being away for a few days I just couldn't believe my eyes when I entered my kitchen..

There was Gustave..looking up to me ..with little sleepy eyes.




-What in earth my Friend Gustave...What's this...did you do that..!!!!!!
-I did ..
-YOU DID THIS ALONE...all by yourself...
-I did....
-You must have been working day AND night....
-I did....
-You must be ever so tired....You performed a miracle here...a miracle...!
-I did.....?
-You did......you certainly did.......Gustave.....Gustave....o dear....

There was no answer...Gustave had fallen asleep in the middle of his cookie dough..

7/3/12

UP.....

In the morning....very early..

That tree must be very special.....because....LOOK..they are going to decorate it...with fairy lights...! And who is so brave to do it...?
..... I'll tell you...its the bravest letter from the dangerous alphabet...its .............drum roll please..... Tataaa.....The Terrific T...terrified of nothing...
There he goes ....up ....and up.....and even further....to the top of the tree...!
Climbing accompanied by the squeaking and twittering of Miss Moussie...who..of course knows how to do this...

-T....A little bit to your right...no no, the other right...no...that's left.......I mean..yes..that's....left......
-.....He..I'm the terrific T.....its OK...you can leave it to me...
-....Right...
-....I thought you said left.....?

7/1/12

............T...........

Sunday.....Late in the afternoon....
A Little "something' is hopping down the garden path..strange.....it only has one leg...!

There..it stopped..under the tree....it seems to be looking up....?
And whose that..crawling out of the undergrowth...Well....its Miss Moussie...
She scurries swiftly towards the one legged something and now they are both standing there...looking up...

I do believe I need my glasses..because if my eyes don't trick me I do think that that " something " is a ...T....

What ever could be up THERE...in that tree....?

?


6/16/12

Ladies In Lavender...

Summer...what a wonderful word..Summer...with the S from Sun..the S from Shine..but..alas..the sun didn't shine so much in the last couple of weeks...The Hilltop sky was mostly cloudy and many many rainstorms kept all the Hilltop inhabitants snug in their little nests..

You could say it was a miracle that our dear Dutchess and sweet Miss Moussie had managed to paint the Hilltop Hall...in between rain showers and heavy wind...One could also find it a miracle that nothing went wrong...no accidents at all !!..They didn't fall of ladders..they didn't drop their paintbrushes..There was only that one little mistake Miss Moussie made...

Well....we are not sure it was a mistake...but fact is that now all the doors of the Hilltop hall are lavender blue....and they supposed to be Ivy green...!
Miss Moussie picked a colour whilst wearing her sunglasses on a shady day...and so it happened that a dozen cans of paint where delivered on her doorstep with the colour.... Blue...now what to do.....well...we did give it a try, we painted Miss Moussie little birds nest door..Gustave's dinner table....Mr C's rocking chair...Sir Horatio 's walking cane...and then we couldn't stop...so now....everything is lavender blue...and its ever so lovely...

Dear reader and friend...please make a note in your summer diary that soon..very soon, when the sky will be as blue as the Hilltop shutters there will be a little party....with lots of sun and shine...love and laughter..Dearest ladies.....dress code....Blue...lavender blue...!

6/10/12

In the Daisy meadow..



That's where you can find us today....taking a rest..and making a plan.....

-Dutches.......
-Yes...my dear Miss Moussie....
-Now that we are all finished painting...we should celebrate it ...don;t you think..?
-Wonderful idea...and did you have something in mind...
-How about a tea..a High Tea..?
-A High Tea..oooo....that's lovely...

And there our two friends made a marvellous plan...let me whisper a little secret in your ear...I know that they are going to invite you..I just know..

5/9/12

Calm down and carry on..


-There there...Calm down dearest Who..said the Dutchess...
We know things will be a bit out of order in the weeks to come...but trust me..and trust our dear Miss Moussie..we know what we are doing...!!
Calm down and carry on...:)

5/8/12

Strange birds..


Two strange birds ...in the garden of the Dutchess...


Psst....dude...on your right..


O.M.G....what's happening...?
-I believe the Dutchess is going to paint the house...together with Miss Moussie..
-You're joking..!
-I'm afraid not..
-Shall we...
-Yes..skedaddle...................!!

4/10/12


We had a wonderful Easter weekend on the HIlltop...


How was Your's....?

3/20/12

The latest news from The Hilltop...

Would you like to know what we did today.... We worked in the garden... the weather was ever so lovely..!.
No blossoms on the trees yet..but when you take a good look there is a glimpse of green...
We planted some flowers..in marvellous splashy colors...Red Pink Yellow and Orange..to celebrate this beautiful day..

I inspected the pond with the help of my spy kit.......Yak..I couldn't;t live in there ..it looked like a witches brew..
-Don't touch it..don't touch it...croaked Gustave..while leaping over in haste...don't you all know something wonderful is happening in there...in a few weeks we will have lots and lots of little frogs hopping around..that witches brew dear Miss M is the nursery..!!!!
-Really...then, maybe I could give it a nice romantic feminine touch...with blue and pink ribbons ...?

Gustave gave me a big smile and just said ..-Silly...!
Now..after a hard days work with brooms shovels and rakes.......we are ready for SPRING..!!!.
Please come visit..soon the garden will look like this.................

This was the latest news from the garden from your very own Hilltop reporter...Miss M..

3/16/12

Come out come out...



From where ever you are...the birds are singing a spring song...

********

3/11/12

A Room for a Mole like me....

CLOINK... O My goodness..twittered Miss Moussie when she saw Mr C...because that's who it was...tumble and roll into the kitchen.
.O my goodness....look at the poor fellow..he is frozen...!!!
Whit in seconds our Hilltop friends helped Mr C Mole sit by the fire...pouring hot cocoa into him so he could defrost...a warm pillow wrapped around him...

-Are you feeling better dearest..twittered Miss Moussie..when Mr C was able to move his legs again.
. -I am I am..ttthank yyou..stammered C...while he tried to polish his spectacles ..they were now all steamed up....

-Well,old chap..croaked Gustave..now..please do tell us...in you own time....what happened to you.?.

-Anyone could see that...he got frosted....ha ha...like a cake....said Horatio...and he laughed ever so loud.....HAHAAAAAAAA...

-Not funny Horatio...twittered Miss Moussie..not funny...but she couldn't help hiding a glimpse of a smile from her sweet little moussie's face..

-My dear Mr C..asked the Dutches...How is life in your Labyrinth these days...it must be ever so cold underground...
-Tis Tís..mumbled C...with his defrosting Mole nose in his blanket...I lived the life of an icicle.. I did try to dig deeper and ddddeeper into the ground...but the world was frozen...and then ..me too....!!
...I ques.. .I'm getting old...I'm not the mole I used to bbe...I do hope Spring will arrive soon..

-Hear hear...croaked Gustave....that's what we all are waiting for.....winter was brutal...!!

-Would you be so kind to stay with me...Mr C...and be safe here..in the warmth of the Hilltop Hall and the company of friends...said the Dutchess..and she looked Mr C into his eyes...she believed she saw tears..or...well it could be ice water...!
-Ccould I...I mean...is there room for a little mole like me..

. -A room....haha...well there are a dozen rooms in this Hall....laughed Horatio...you can just pick one... -Horatio...really...can you never be serious...squeaked Miss Moussie...but in a way you are right...I'm sure our dear Dutchess will let you pick any room you like sweet C...

-Then...then I know where I would like to be...said Mr C....come ..follow me....and he walked out of the kitchen...leaving behind a watery trail of footsteps...

A few ours later.....when all was well and quiet at Hilltop Hall again...our dear Dutchess made her round before going to bed...
She checked all the doors...and dimmed all the lights...

except for one...

It was the light of a candle....in the Library.....where C made himself comfortable under a big pile of books...and he was reading...like only Mr C can do..

sssst...lets not disturb him...

2/10/12

CLOINK...


-Well...dearest.....twittered Miss Moussie.sitting on her thimble next to the tea cosy....please, do tell us....where have you been the last couple of weeks..?.
Miss Moussie stared at the Dutchess, and raised one eyebrow..like she always does when she worries or finds things to be suspicious..!

-Eh....hmn..I..eh......just work..and more work..like always ..stammered our Dutchess, whilst rearranging the teacups on the kitchen table....nothing special..!.

-Then tell me dearest...twittered Miss Moussie again...are you now at home to stay for a while....?

-I am I am...said the Dutchess ...you must know I missed you all ever so much...!

-You should...you should....croaked Gustave ,who was sitting near the hearth gazing into the fire....We missed YOU like crazy...The Hilltop isn"t the same without our Dutchess....

-Hear hear...replied Horatio..sitting next to Gustave...it is like Gustave just croaked...this can NOT do dearest D...this cannot do....please, promise us that you will be here more often....we need you...!!!

-So true..squeaked Miss Moussie...we need you....did you know dear D that I cleaned out the Hilltop Hall al by myself....
- Yes Yes...oh darling Miss Moussie.. I am so grateful..you shouldn't have done that...so much work for a little mouse...

-We helped...chimed a tiny voice from the cuckoo clock....it was Belle...with next to her her Beau...who looked very grim and didn't say anything...!

-My dear friends...said the Dutchess, while she sat herself down at the kitchen table..my dear dear friends..I am ever so sorry...I know I have neglected you..but believe me when I say that I am going to make up for all this lost time..because......what would I be without you..and to think of all the adventures we already shared...

-Well..twittered Miss Moussie..the last adventure was a very cold one...my goodness....
-Twas indeed...croaked Gustave...flying on a reindeer's back....WOW...
-But we made it home alright...said Horatio....and what a welcome it was when we entered this kitchen......remember...?  You, my dear D, together with Mr C,waiting for us... it was in a bleak midwinter night that we arrived home on your doorstep..very hungry..!!
- I remember.said the Dutchess with a smile on her face...we ate a Shepard's pie..Mr C made it....wasn;t that a sweet thing to do...

-Speaking of Mr C..twittered Miss Moussie..why isn't he with us tonight....does anybody know where he is..?.
-Underground I think..croaked Gustave.........it must be ever so cold under there....

Then....there was a soft patter on the kitchen door...so softly it sounded like a little fly just knocked...but miss Moussie..who always notices everything... .noticed it....
Someone at the door dear Dutchess..she twittered..

The Dutchess opened...and there a strange black statue with icicles sticking out fell over the threshold....CLOINK.......!!!

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