Come out come out...

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

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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...

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.......!!!

Waiting....

On the hilltop we are waiting for the thaw to come...its to cold outside today so we watch a little garden movie..please join us.. maybe listen to some Hilltop music too

Presenting.......The Hilltop band....

Goodness...... Well..how;s that for a wake up call....!!!! I didn't know we had a band on the Hilltop...

COOL... .

Look ....there she is...making a clean start..!! She is a little upset with me...three weeks make a lot of dust in a birdsnest...

Good night little Mouse..

All is quiet at Hilltop Hall...


See you in a little while dear reader and friend....Stay warm and stay happy...

T.D and Company.

Happy New Year...

All's well that ends well...Our dear Hilltop inhabitants are back safe where they belong and they would like to wish you a wonderful New year...

The magic continuous...

With love

T.D and Company..


Video made on the Hilltop..by Miss Moussie..

How Miss Moussie saved Christmas...with a little help..

How cold this night was...the snow glistened by the light of stars..the moon was white like ice..

A little mouse struggled her way through the shimmering landscape..shivering in her red velvet coat.

In her little hands she firmly held a lantern...so she could shine a pale beam of light on the path she was trying to follow.

-O my goodness.she twittered...how much further will I have to go..there's still no sign of life in this wilderness..I'm ever so worried..

In her mind she already pictured her friends buried under a big pile of snow...
Then...suddenly...a big gust of wind..coming straight from the North Pole....blew out the the candle in Miss Moussie's lantern..and almost froze our little brave moussie into an icy statue..

-O dear....now what...she squeaked in fear...I find things in the darkness to be very suspicious and not to be trusted...!!

For a moment she stood there...staring at the sky....

-The stars ..she whispered ...the stars....follow the stars....l can do this...stars I can trust..they guided people through dark times for centuries..now think little mouse...where's the big bear.....

The night was indigo blue...with like a million twinkling stars...it looked like a picture out of a fairytale book...

-O WOW...twittered Miss Moussie...I thought stars where bright and golden..but there I see one who's RED....that's impossible...and ..and its moving...?

O my goodness....its falling.....and its coming down fast...its heading towards ME....quick I have to hide....

As fast as she could she started digging a hole in the snow.....trying to disappear...but being a mouse wearing red velvet...this wasn't easy to do....

Miss Moussie curled up...and closed her eyes...-.This it it, she twittered....I'm going to be crushed by a star...

-Something landed....very light ..very softly..next to Miss Moussie..in a whirl of fluffy snow...

All was silent.....Miss Moussie didn't dare to move ...

-Then a little voice spoke...sounding like slay bells .....and it said..-.Please !

Please help me little red ball hiding in the snow..please help me..I'm lost...!

Miss Moussie opened her eyes.... peeked her nose out of the snow..and stared in a bright red light....and at the moment her eyes adjusted, she could see that a reindeer was attached to it...

In one big leap Miss Moussie leaped out of the snow.....-Your HIM....she squeaked...Your IT..she twittered....how marvellous, I always wanted to meet you..ever since I was a little mouse..You're Rudolph.....But my dear Rudolph ...forgive me for asking..but shouldn't you be helping Santa tonight...

Then, Rudolf told Miss Moussie that..before going on his journey with Santa to bring presents all over the world.. he wanted to visit the Hilltop....because there....so he read in a French newspaper ..lived a very famous frog named Gustave who could bake imaginary cookies..and he..Rudolph....was a big cookie fan....

Miss Moussie was amazed.....and she told Rudolph her story....about Gustave, Elvira,..and Sir H Hog...being lost in the snow..

Rudolph understood the seriousness of the situation immediately..no Gustave no cookies....and he being a creature with an extremely sensitive nose...he should be able to find our friends in no time at all...

-Hooray..squeaked Miss Moussie...then darling Rudolph...what are we waiting for........I always wanted to fly a reindeer....My friends will not believe their eyes when we pick them up...Lets GOOOOO...

And there they went....Miss Moussie and Rudolph...flying over the Hilltop grounds...

In a bleak midwinter night...

It was a bleak midwinter night...


Miss Moussie had left the Hilltop Hall in a hurry..She forgot all about her survival list...

There she goes ...without her spy kit..without a first aid kit..the only thing she is taking with her is a little lantern..


Mr Mole and the Dutchess saw her go...until she was just a little beam of light in the distance..slowly disappearing in a white snowy wonderland...


-Ssshe is so very brave...stammered Mr Mole...

-Yes she is...answered the Dutchess..and we must be very brave too..I;m sure all will be oké soon..so we must go and do what we promised to do...!

-We must ..said Mr Mole..lets do it...


And then they started to set up the tree..and making a shepherd's pie...so ..when the snow patrol would get home...they could celebrate Christmas..

The Snow Patrol..

Finally it stopped snowing...

Miss Moussie was standing in the doorway..gazing at the sky..
-There is still more snow to come..she whispered to herself..I must do something..

Very high up...in the top of the highest tree standing on the Hilltop..a worried owl named Who hooted..

-Dear Who..twittered Miss Moussie...can you see if anyone's coming..can you hear if anyone's calling out for help...

Who hooted again...a very desperate hoot...the lonely sound got lost in the white dwelling...there was no answer...

-That does it...squeaked Miss Moussie...whilst a tear rolled down her cheek and froze dangling on her nose...I must go on a search...My dear friends out there in the white wilderness...never fear..Miss Moussie is here..I'm on my way to rescue you....make way for The Snow Patrol....

Somewhere out there..

Somewhere..on the Hilltop...Elvira popped out of her hiding place...O yes..she could hear our dear Miss Moussie twittering....

-But did she dare to go running through the snow towards Hilltop Hall...

Yes she is...nooo...she's not....O..yes ...no...she's not..

O my goodness..sweet Elvira..trapped in the snow...luckely for her she carried a little bag full of christmas cookies..but how long could she possible stay out there...and its going to be dark soon..

The Hilltop dressed in white...

O My Goodness...twittered Miss Moussie...when this snowfall continuous we will be completely snowbound...O my goodness.....Help...Anybody...Gustave...Elvira...Sir Horatio....Please, if you can hear me out there...Leave your nests...Please do come to Hilltop Hall..before its to late.....Hello there ...can anybody hear me...

There was no answer...just the sound of the blazing blizzard ..

To soon.....

Hilltop Hall....about seven o'clock in the evening...

-Brrr..shivered the Dutchess whilst climbing up the stairs to the attic...how cold it is today...I;m going to get another blanket for my bed...
-Strange..there is a light burning at the attic...could there be someone up there....?
Very softly the Dutchess lifted the hatch at the top of the stairs and took a curious peek... and what did she see...

In the middle of the attic..on the floor..sat our dear Miss Moussie...surrounded by..blankets ..candles..winter woollies..a sled..Christmas lights..matches..pillows and quilts..

The dutchess heard her squeak...
-Survival kit...check..
-Spy kit..check...
-First aid kit..check....Then the little moussie lifted her head ...-O,...she twittered with a blush..its you my dearest...don't mind me I'm just checking my list...

-Dear dear Miss Moussie..please do come down and join me for a cup of tea..asked the Dutchess with a smile.....you must be ever so tired...I'm sure this can wait till tomorrow....the weather forecast was fine for this week..

-Then...didn;t you feel the cold North wind blow today..twittered Miss Moussie...I did...and I just know there's no time to lose...I'm telling you something is about to happen...
-Shall we then continue tomorrow..I;ll help...and we will ask Gustave too...
-Yes..we MUST ask Gustave because I need him for the food storage...we...we...and there Miss Moussie stopped squeaking..
-What dearest....we ..what...whispered the Dutchess..
-O.M.Goodness..twittered Miss Moussie...this can not be happening..its to soon...I'm not ready yet...and in a flash she ran down the stairs and disappeared...

The Dutchess followed as fast as she could....and a few moment later....a moussie and a Dutchess entered wonderland...Lets follow them...

A List...

Well...said the Dutchess...well..dear C...must we believe everything we read in the newspaper...I always say...seeing is believing...!

Aah..but there is much more between heaven and earth then what the eye or the mind can behold...answered C...but I do agree that one mustn't believe all what is written...especially weather reports..

Then..Mr Mole and our Dutchess remained silent...both contemplating over what was just shared..

The only sound heard in the kitchen was the ticking of the cockoo clock..and the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth..

Outside..in the garden..a little mouse was running...in her hands a big flapping sheet of paper....
Must dash..she twittered out of breath..must hurry...must let everybody know about my Very Important and Practical too do list....!

Confused...

Hilltop Hall....on a warm day in...November...

-I'm soooo confused..twittered Miss Moussie with a sigh....I'm ever so confused....
-What's the matter dear...asked the Dutches in response....Is there something I can help you with...?
-Don't think so...twittered Miss Moussie...only if you could....change the weather....
-Change the weather dearest...but WHY..look outside...its the most glorious November we had in ages..
-Yes yes..I know..and I find this to be very suspicious..its not how its supposed to be...
-O...you want it to be cold..and rainy...windy and wet....
-Yes..so we can snuggle up in the house...It may sound strange but I've had enough of summer..I'm kind of tired..and there Miss Moussie sat herself down on a baguette..next to the french cheese and a pot of berry marmalade. ..fumbling with the spoon where she just stirred her tea with...
-Your tea is getting cold dear...I made it extra sweet for you...four lumps of sugar...as you like it..
-I'm not in the mood for tea..twittered Miss Moussie..
-Come on ....said the Dutchess a bit worried...this is not like you at all....cheer up dear..

At that moment in time a little person wearing big spectacles entered the kitchen...It was Mr Mole..
-Hello there Mr C...smiled the Dutches..so good to see you...would you join us for a cup of tea....
-That would be lovely...answered Mr Mole...but first..let me tell you something..there's news...and he waved with a newspaper..I just read it....
-O,then do tell us..said the Dutches...and I'm sure Miss Moussie would like to hear it too...
Miss Moussie didn;t move... she didn;t even look up...and she didn;t even say hello to Mr C...
Goodness...she really is very sad today..

-LLLListen,stuttered Mr Mole..like he always does when he is exited...LLListen...We are going to have the WINTER of ALL WWWinters....there is a winter traveling to our Hilltop like we have NEVER experienced before...With mountains of snow and Its going to be sooo cold...so cold like on the north pole...What do you think about THAT...
-REALLY..twittered Miss Moussie whilst jumping up and down...REALLY...how marvelous...O my...so many things to do in so little time....we have to be prepared...now even all the little birdies will need mittens.....O dear..
Miss Moussie dropped her spoon and before you could say cheerio...she was gone....disappearing under the doormat....through the crack in the wall....off to her birds nest...Leaving Mt C and our Dutchess sitting there in wonder what to expect next...

Is it over.....yet..

Sure ...we love Halloween at the Hilltop...

Time out..

...Looks like we are to late......Elvira is fast asleep...We mustn't disturb her..Harvest time isn't always easy..Our little woodland creatures needed a break...all is quiet in the garden of The Dutchess...
And, now we mention her...where is our dear Dutchess...Searching for a new adventure maybe..



Lets come back in a little while...and find out...

What did you say...we can enter ...the key is under the mat...OK..let the squirrel sleep her beauty sleep..and lets wander the Hilltop grounds..

Tonight the wind changed....

Time to harvest...and prepare ourselfs for colder days..but first..a garden movie...

Planting today is sharing tomorrow..

With love from The Hilltop..

Hippety Hop..

The days are getting shorter on the Hilltop....a September sun shines through the hedgerows...making it easier for the woodland creatures to find cherries and berries...its harvest time...

Miss Moussie had a very busy day...with her basket filled with raspberries she is now heading towards Hilltop Hall..

-I'm going to bake a marvelous raspberry pie ..she twittered on her way to the Hilltop Hall kitchen..Its a surprise for the Dutchess when she comes home...
She made a little dance out of joy....thinking she was all alone and nobody could see her...But there Gustave leaped out of the bushes..with a big grin on his funny frog face..
-May I join you in this dance..he croaked..would you do me the honor Miss Moussie do do the Hippety Hop with me...?
-The Hippety Hop...twittered Miss Moussie with a twinkle in her eye...The HARVEST Hippety Hop....
-That's the one..croaked Gustave...and he grabbed some raspberries and started to throw them around..whilst hopping..
-Watch out...twittered Miss Moussie..this could get dirty...and she started throwing berries and cherries whilst hipping and hopping down the garden path...
-Now ..that's what I call Hippety Hopping croaked Gustave...Nobody does it better then you my dearest Moussie..



Dear reader and Friend....A new season has started on the Hilltop......Autumn arrived and is standing on our doorstep...and its very welcome..

Tribute to Miss Peach..

What greater gift than the love of a cat...

We all remember this like it was yesterday...

--- Miss Peach came to visit ...It was such a lovely surprise.We sat on the rooftop,made a wish upon a falling star and we where very happy.
We shared some.. Tuna...Tea(almost dropt the tea pot from the top of the Hilltop Hall roof),and the Moon light..---

Dearest Miss Peach ..we would like to let you know that ones a year we will celebrate a special 'Miss Peach Moon light Roof Top Tea and Tuna Party'..starting tonight on August the 23th at ten o clock..we know you will be there..

Its called August....

With a little lunchbox filled with cookies Miss Moussie left her birds nest...

She wandered down the garden path and entered the Hilltop Forest..

-Isn't August supposed to be warm...she twittered talking to herself....and isn't August supposed to be a wonderful month for picnic's..I don't know whats wrong with the weather this year,but it makes me worry...
I would love to sit in the grass and eat my cookies but..I don't think I will be able to find a dry cosy spot..its all wet and muddy in this forest...and this will ruin my dress..I believe Summers aren't what they used to be...

-You mustn't say that my dear Miss Moussie..you mustn't say that...croaked a toad's voice behind her...
-O...Oeps... Gustave...squeaked Miss Moussie..you startled me..I didn't hear you coming..what are you doing in the forest today...picking herbs for your soup...
-No my dear Lady..I come here for the silence....
-The silence...?
-Yes...just listen.....!
-..............................? I don't hear a thing....not even a bird sing..or a leaf rustling ..there is no wind....there is no sun....O ..Gustave ..I find that very suspisious...
-Its not suspisious at all Miss...its called August...

Now Miss Moussie looked puzzled..she raised one eyebrow...took a deep breath and twittered....Gustave...you know I don't like it when you talk in riddle's...

-Its simple dearest...Nature is at rest....the great works have been done...the little birds are all grown up...the flowers bloomed..the berries ripe to be picked..the green is greener then green..and we are the lucky ones to see this..and enjoy it..in silence...
Wait..croaked Gustave... you can take a seat on this mossy pillow...after I, as the true gentlemen that I am...covered it with my very clean handkerchief..so your lovely dress will not get wet..

-Ah..Gustave ,you are such a darling..twittered Miss Moussie whilst she sat down on the moss under a big tree...
--Look up dearest..croaked Gustave...this is a grand moment in time..we are sitting in a cathedral of green..just you and I..and all is well in this world..

Slow Motion

There he comes..WHO...he's always the first to come greet me...

Magic.

It was a chilly summer night at the Hilltop...

-I think I will go out for some fresh summer air before I go to sleep...twittered Miss Moussie...and someone has to check to garden now our Dutchess is away on a trip...

There she went...her little ears tucked away under her bonnet..brrr..so chilly, and this in the middle of Summer...!

The sky was a very dark indigo blue...with a twinkle of starlight..

-O my goodness..squeaked Miss Moussie..would you look at that....Fireflies...

Sometimes you don't have to search for magic...because,when you don't expect it..Magic will find you...!

Stormy weather..

Its a very blustery day at the Hilltop..so we all stay inside and watch a scary movie...

Strawberry fields forever..

Miss Moussie was strolling through the Hilltop garden..It had stopped raining at last and she was on her way to pick a strawberry or two..and then maybe eat one or two on the way back to her birds nest..On the strawberry field she bumped into the Dutchess who was sitting there..under an umbrella.. painting...

-Stop..hold that pose dear...that's just lovely..
-Ó No...I'm sure I look kind of silly in my raincoat..
-My dear Miss Moussie...the red of the strawberries go wonderful with the bright yellow of your coat..
-Can I not go and change into my new dress..you know..the one with the leafy greens....
-Then you would completely disappear in this picture ...NOW you are the absolute highlight..
-I am....well...then I''ll stay just as I am.....is this oke...

And there Miss Moussie stood...a bit shy...with her little wellies in a puddle..

Meet the neighbours..

Meet our friends and neighbours...did you ever visit Brambly Hedge..NO..then now's the time to do it...

Firefly...

Meet Luciano Lucciola...

Luciano Lucciola....

Who saw something he never did see before..so, he didn't know what it was..

A little light moved through the garden..like a lantern in the dark..
Who was thinking..-Maybe its Miss Moussie....maybe she is spying around in the dark..by candlelight...?
The light went out....gone....O dear, said Who..now she has to lit the candle again..Aah..there ..the little light was back on, but now it was hovering high up in the Lilac bush..This couldn't possibly be Miss Moussie..she can't fly...or jump that high..
The light went out again..gone..No,..look..it reappeared..bright and yellow..very near by..first,flickering over the pond..then,sitting still on a leaf in front of Who..who sat very still..he now saw what IT was..not a lantern, but a very small insect..

The strange insect saw Who..it opened his mouth..and while his little light was beaming..putting himself and Who in the spotlight....this creature began to sing..
--WHoooo are youuuuu....?
-Who..answered Who suprised...Amazing! What a wonderful sound this little guy produced..
--YOUuuuu...are WHoooooo...?
-Me..I'm Who...
--Are YOUuuuu...WHOOOOOOoooo?
-I am, said Who..and Who are YOU...??
--Me..(and there the creature took a deap breath).....LUuuuccianooooooooo Lucciooooooolaaaaaaaa...and then.. his light went out...
-Where are you...said Who whilst surching the dark with his big owl eyes...and did I understand correctly..is your name Luciano Lucciola...
--TADAAAAA..sang Luciano..putting on his light again...TaDAAAAAAA..itsa soooo nice to meeta you.....I'm fromma Italyyyyyyyyyyy..Ciao..you bigga birda.....
--................!?!?

Who...is there...?

I do believe Who is trying to tell us something..is there a stranger entering the Hilltop...

To Bee or not to Bee..

-Hello there..so nice to meet you dear Bee..isn't this a beautiful day to sit in the clover..twittered Miss Moussie...did you fall asleep..?
I did for a moment..and then I heard you...eh..buzzzz..!

The Bee turned his head...his little black eyes looked into Miss Moussie's...
-O my goodness..squeaked Miss Moussie...why this sad face..are you OK..?

-I was wondering..buzzed the Bee..I was wondering..Why is there something instead of nothing..?
-O....twittered Miss Moussie..she didn't expect any question of this difficult kind of sort..so, to be on the safe side,she just responded with..O...!
-Sometimes..continued the Bee..I just don't want to Bee anymore..I often get very confused..in being..Why do I exist...Well...I even wonder if I really BEE..
-O...twittered Miss Moussie again...whilst sitting next to the bee..Well...If you didn't exist you wouldn't be there to ask yourself questions..now would you...But more important is..Why don't you want to Bee anymore..
-To many questions...buzzed the bee...My mind is full...I'm feeling kind of heavy...
-Then you need a lift...squeaked Miss Moussie...let me help you...
-You are very kind..but its to late..sighed the Bee....
-Its never to late ..twittered Miss Moussie..you can do it..you are just struggling with the philosophy of being..I can understand that..Life can be very complicated...

Then..from high up the garden wall ..a beautiful red robin flew into the scene...
It had been following the conversation between Miss Moussie and the bee with great interest..

-I know just what to do ..it said..I will give you a lift..we will fly as high as you like..and when you will feel light enough..you free you mind....and you can let go...
-Wonderful idea sweet Robin..twittered Miss Moussie..Wonderful...Please little bee..give it a try..you can do it..you just have to put your mind into it..

The little Bee..very reluctant..climbed on to the Robins back...holding on to its feathers...
Don't worry now...said the Robin..enjoy the flight....and hold on tight..




The Robin flapped his wings and flew...towards the light..higher and higher...Miss Moussie saw them circle through the sunlight above the treetops..

In the bee's mind something shifted...like a big cloud that was being lifted..
He looked down....he felt the wind beneath his wings and he whispered...I almost forgot how beautiful it is to bee in this world ....How could I forget that beeing is just being..
-How do you feel..asked the Robin...did the heaviness disappear..can you let go now....?
-I can..I can..buzzed the bee....Its ok..I bee because I am...a bee...that's the answer to all my questions...Thank you so much dear Robin...I'm letting go now....goodbye...

Standing in the clover Miss Moussie saw the bee go....buzzing loud and humming a tune..like Bee's do...
She smiled and waved.....

Sometimes my dear reader and friend..we just need a little lift..

A snoring butterfly..

It was a glorious Summer day on the Hilltop...the sun was shining bright...there was no wind and everything was quiet..very quiet..

Miss Moussie was sitting in a lovely shady spot under a balcony of green ivy..nobody could see her there...she often went to that secret place when she wanted to be on her own..There are days when a moussie needs to think and contemplate.
How still it was ..no sounds could be heard....only a soft chirp of a Robin in the distance.
-I'm going to close my eyes for a wee bit..twittered Miss Moussie...its ever so warm...time for a siesta...
And so she did..with her head resting on a soft pillow of clover..she was of to dreamland before one could count to three....
She dreamt about curtains of climbing roses and pink butterflies...suddenly one of the butterflies in her dream started to snore...it made a strange sound while fluttering round and round...-A snoring butterfly...how very strange said Miss Moussie...and because she found this so out of the ordinary she woke up...
-Still...she heard it again...there was definitely someone snoring...and that someone was very close by...
Miss Moussie crawled out from under the Ivy....and saw a Bee...sitting alone,buzzing ,on a tall moss covered stone...



Picture source..an amazingly beautiful blog...

about ..Beeing....

So nice to have you visit the Hilltop again...do join us in watching this little bee movie..It won't be long now and our Dutchess will sit down at her drawing table and write a story about..To Bee..or not to Bee...but first she has to unpack her bags and see how Summer has started on the Hilltop...and, help a little creature who got lost..

The source..

It sounded like the biggest rainstorm ever...Miss Moussie never saw a waterfall in her entire moussies life so you can imagine how she felt.. her little heart pounded very very fast..
Miss Moussie followed a bend in the river...and THERE it was...

From high up..between some rocks..the water came plunging down...
-O my goodness..twittered Miss Moussie...what a wonderful sight...and what noise..it almost sounds like thunder....For a minute she was quit overwhelmed by the beauty of this phenomenon..and she almost forgot to breathe....
-I made it ..she twittered with a big happy sigh..I made it...THIS is the source of the Drumble..Phew..I have to sit down for a while....and enjoy this spectacular view..

Miss Moussie sat herself down in the grass of the riverbank....the sun was shining bright...Life was good....And above Miss Moussies head circled a little bird...watching her..then flying away following the Drumble ,gently down the stream....

The Dutchess and Company were now very close in finding Miss Moussie..in a few minutes they are about to reach the river bend...I know it ..and now you know it...but they don;t know it, yet.!....In fact they are very sure the search is leading nowhere...and that our moussie is lost for ever...

There they are..walking in silence...with a heavy heart...
-The Dutchess looked up...seeing nothing but blue skies....sunlight through the treetops...and a beautiful white bird...how lovely..
-There...a little white bird...croaked Gustave..I've never seen such a birdie...anyone...?
Gustave was only asking this to distracted our little Hilltop Company from being so gloomy..
The little white bird swooped down..and flew up again..
-O would you look at that...said Elvira surprised..
Again and again the white bird swooped down...and again and again...it flew up again..
-Its a sign...said C..I see it..its a sign..
-Follow that bird...yelled Horatio...I'm sure its a sign or my name isn't Horatio..there's more between heaven....
-Yes yes...we know that..croaked Gustave...don't dilly dally..This birdie is trying to tell us something..
As fast as there feet were willing to run our company ran following the bird...THERE..a bend in the river....and -O MY GOSH,said the Dutchess- a waterfall....and....-Hallelujah..croaked Gustave.....they found Miss Moussie.....

Well dear reader and friend..you can imagine how happy our little friends were to see our moussie sitting there..safe and sound...
To celebrate the wonderful moment they asked Mr C to take a picture...and so he did..It took some time..but it became one of his HAPPIEST pictures ever made..!!!

What I would like to ad ( as a writer) at the end of this story is this....When you find an old photograph...and you can't recall where it was made...what year..what date..or even what occasion..never mind...Just ask yourself this...are the people on this picture smiling..do they look happy......When everything else is history...what will remain is the expression in their eyes and on their faces...they will share that moment with you for ever and ever..and you will know if they found the source what makes life worth living..love ..!
-“If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in finding it...Remember the message in the bottle...we all have to find this source for ourselfs...to understand....

So..when somebody finds this photograph which Mr C made today...in, lets say one hundred years...I'll doubt anyone will remember where or why it was taken...but they will see a merry group of friends ,happy to have found each other,and happy to be in each other's company..and that's all what counts..(lovely detail in the photograph a little white bird flying over their heads.....)


(you can click the picture for a better view)

Here we will end the storytelling..Miss Moussie has some explaining to do,she had to make a promise to Gustave that she will never again go wandering in the wilderness.... and the Dutchess is in a hurry because she is going on a trip ..!

Feel free to visit the Hilltop ...Sir Hog is the gate keeper this time..and I am sure he will let you in....

Proceed...

Abruptly the Dutchess and company stopped in there tracks....causing a multiple pile up of mole,frog,Dutchess,squirrel and hedgehog...

Poor Mr C...he walked in front of the row...and now the whole gang tumbled atop of him....

-HUMPH...humpfed Mr C..
-Help...Don't squish me..croaked Gustave..-
-So sorry ..said the Dutchess whilst standing up..are you oke Gustave darling...
-Whoops...uttered Elvira...sliding from the Dutchess behind taking with her Sir Hog who tried to grab a ribbon of the Dutchess's dress in an attempted to break his fall..
And for a moment he dangled there....until his arms couldn't hold him anymore and he had to let himself drop..bouncing like a little ball in the grass of the river bank...

-WWhy did we stop...stuttered C...this is no time for a picnic..
-You are so right croaked Gustave..there is no time to loose...who knows where Miss Moussie could be...
-She could be drifting in that little boat out in the open sea by now..said Elvira jumping up and down nervously..
-Nnobody said anything about a bboat stuttered C....!

The Dutchess just stood there...she didn't listen to what her Hilltop friends were saying..she was thinking about her dear Miss Moussie...What if she would never see her again..
There was this photograph they had found a couple of ours ago ...a picture of Miss Moussie....to cute for words...Miss Moussie as a baby,sitting in the the Daisy Meadow..
And then there was this teapot....



-Dutchess...dearest....croaked Gustave ....dearest........A penny for your thoughts ..
-There is this teapot..I have to show Miss Moussie this teapot...whispered the Dutchess to herself..
-She fell on her head...now we have it....Miss Moussie gone and the Dutchess coocoo..said Sir Hog while he dusted himself of and straitened his back..
-Horatio...old chap..that's not a way to speak about our Dutchess croaked Gustave...you take that back I say...and he posted himself in front of Sir Hog's nose...

-Its all right Gustave said the Dutchess..everybody calm down...I was just thinking about my grandmothers teapot..I found it on the attic and it would be so lovely to have tea with Miss Moussie..she would LOVE this teapot...
-And so you will dearest..croaked Gustave...and so you will...Enough of this dilly dally...this is serious business...Come on..Proceed...we are on a quest...The quest to find Miss Moussie..

Up stream..not even so far away from where our company was hiking....Miss Moussie heard a strange sound....
-Water...she squeaked...a LOT of water...O how wonderful..I believe I'm approaching a waterfall...I'm almost there...I've almost reached the source of the Drumble...And above her head a little bird started to sing a tune...

Company ....halt..

Gustave followed Mr C ...he couldn't stop asking questions...

-C..where did you see these daisies to be precise...?
-Told you my friend...in the Drumble...floating..down the stream...
-C..did you see any sign of life from Miss Moussie...
-Told you my friend...Daisies...floating in the Drumble..down the stream...
-C....but you didn't see Miss MOussie float...now did you...

Our dear Dutchess followed Gustave..and she couldn't stop asking questions..

-Gustave darling....what did C just say....did he go boating...
-No dearest....he said floating....down the stream..
-Boating down the stream...but I thought we were going upwards....
-We are....the daisies went the other way....
-Gustave darling tell C I am sure we have to go follow the Drumble...and we don't need a boat..

Sweet Elvira followed the Dutchess....she was so nervous she couldn't stop asking questions..

-Dutchess ....please...what's this with a boat...it didn't float.!?...O my goodness..
-No Elvira...the daisies did...down the stream....but I'm sure Miss Moussie went the other way...
-Miss Moussie floating in a boat...far away...O my goodness..

Sir Hog did his best to keep up with Elvira..but to know what was happening he couldn't stop asking questions..

-Elvira...wait for me ..wait for me..what did you just say....Miss Moussie went away in a boat....what ever for...?
-Keep up friend Horatio....Miss Moussie is floating in a boat far away down the stream...
-But ...but... we are going upwards....why...what...EVERYBODY STOP....and Sir Hog shouted in a very loud and firm tone of voice...COMPANY ....HALT..!!!!!



We better do as he says...and stop...here...

Follow.....

For a while Mr C just stood there....watching the daisies drift by....

-Now....Let's put one and one together..he whispered...
One...there are daisies in the Drumble
Two...they cant have jumped in by themselves...!
Three...so..someone must have throwed them in..but why..?
Four...o dear..maybe someone fell in together with the Daisies....
FFFive....and now C began to stutter...this always happens when he is nervous..or when he discovers something..FFFive..WHO loves daisies so much that he or she would dive into the Drumble.....O NO......Miss Moussie..THAT'S WHY my mind mysteriously wandered of to our dear moussie a few minutes ago......O DDDDear....MMmiss Mmoussie ffell in the DDrumble..

As fast as his little feet could dig...Mr C Mole raced through his under ground labyrinth..made a few u turns, took some wrong exit's in his hurry and confusion...but at last he reached the Hilltop Hall....stammering out of breath.....HHelp HHelp....anybody...ccome quickly....Wwe lllost Miss Moussie....

And where was our dear Miss Moussie when Mr C rang the alarm bell at the Hilltop...
Skipping merely down a path that followed the riverbank of the Drumble....singing a happy tune...
-I'M OF TO FOLLOW THE DRUMBLE FOLLOWING THE DRUMBLE AM I....lalalalalalalaaa.......lalalalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....
Miss Moussie was ever so curious what she was about to find at the source of the Drumble...and this had put her in a very jolly mood...
Whilst skipping and twittering Miss Moussie startled a little birdie....it flew of flapping his wings fiercely....a little feather came floating down on the wind....
-Don't be frightened dear birdie..squeaked Miss Moussie..I'm just a wanderer in the wilderness...I will do you no harm..and she picked up the feather that the little winged creature had lost in his flight..It was white and fluffy...with a silver lining..
-Aah, so lovely...said Miss Moussie to herself..I will keep it as a souvenir...



The little bird from high up a tree top saw Miss Moussie open her spy kit box and carefully put his lost feather away....
Miss MOussie then followed her trail.....and surprisingly the bird started to follow Miss Moussie..

At the Hilltop....everybody was in a state of panic....Mr C had gathered all the hilltop creatures....and with he himself on the lead they were going on a search for Miss Moussie..

Gustave in great courage (as always)followed Mr C....The Dutchess,very worried,followed Gustave..Elvira nervously followed the Dutchess....Mr H Hog, very brave, followed Elvira....he would go to the end of the world for Miss Moussie...and then there's US....following this parade....

Better keep up now...don't lose track of the one walking before you...keep following...until we reach the source...

Daisies in the Drumble...

You could see...and hear...the flash Mr C created with his little black box from afar....

-Goodness ..twittered Miss Moussie..what was that..and she stopped and paused for a while...could this be fireworks...?
The leaves on the trees above her little moussie head were rustling quietly...like they were saying..its OK..carry on..there's nothing strange under the sun today..we will be on the lookout ...

-The Dutchess and Gustave looked up from there picture book...The Dutchess lifted one eyebrow..like she always does when there is something what puzzles her...
-Maybe its the soup we left on the stove...said Gustave worried..and now it has exploded..
-No no..dear Gustave...answered the Dutchess and she smiled reassuring...lets continue..the soups fine..

-WOW...uttered Mr C...my ears are ringing...what a noise...this cant be good..better check this black box before making another picture..
He wandered off to the riverbank..and sat himself down..
-How lovely this place is, he said to himself...he loved the little babbling brook...
He knew very well one had to be very careful when walking the Old Log Bridge...the little river could run wild and rush you off to unknown places..but for now..it looked ever so calm and romantic...glistening in the morning sun.
Mr C started fumbling with his black box....this was a marvelous opportunity to make some pictures of the dangerous Drumble in springtime...
-Its amazing hoe quick everything turned green so fast...said C surprised...I have to catch how the sunlight shines through the trees and makes this enchanting reflection in the water..
He focused on the Drumble...and what did catch his eye.......A Daisy floating by.....and another one...and another one.....
Daisies...in the Drumble...mumbled C....how strange...I don't suppose they took a dive into the water.....somehow they must of fallen in....
And in a mysterious way Mr C's mind wandered of to.......Miss Moussie...

FLASH........

Whilst Miss Moussie is following the dangerous Drumble to its source...and Gustave is climbing into a trunk on the Hilltop Hall attic for a photo search...there is another little woodland creature on a quest.....Its Mr C..

See....there he is....and what's that he's carrying ...a black box...well I do believe its a camera..Like the ones they used to take pictures with in another century....
Lets find out where he's going....lets follow him....but be ever so quiet...Mr C sees and hears everything...

Just look at him scurrying through the undergrowth....
....O...he stopped....he's now focusing on something under the Lilac bush....

FLASH........my goodness...was that lightning striking the Hilltop....
.....................................?
NO...Mr C took a picture......!

A Picturebook..

Miss Moussie was sad to have lost her daisies..there they went..floating down the stream in the dangerous Drumble...but she was also very happy to have found this bottle..this very mysterious bottle which she was about to open....to reveal the secret inside...A LETTER..!!!!

-Now..how to open this thing..she twittered whilst examining the bottle closer with the help of her spy glass....- AHA....luckily its not a bottle with a cork...!

Meanwhile...in the garden..Gustave was heading in the direction of Hilltop Hall....

-Isn't this the most marvellous spring weather, he croaked with a big grin on his frog face,this weather can make a frog whistle a tune.....and so he did..
Leaping and whistling..whistling and leaping..Gustave was a happy frog today...Off to see the Dutchess...

In the kitchen of Hilltop Hall...something was brewing....The sent of rosemary and parsley swirled through the open window....out into the blue yonder...

-HMMM....croaked Gustave..who sniffled the smell when he took a deep breath to whistle his tune..'HMmmm.whats that smell.....I'll have to find the source of this lovely sent..
And there he went ..following his nose...who directed him to the kitchen...-where he was going anyway-...to visit the Dutchess...

-Yoehoe...Dutchess darling..can I enter...I believe you are cooking something marvelous in there....
-Is this you Gustave..he heard the Dutchess answer....Please come in dear...you are just in time to help me sort out something...!
-Sort out a recipe..or.. do you need help cooking...asked Gustave ..always a pleasure my lady...and he enterded the kitchen by leaping through the open window..
-O my, what's this ..he croaked surprised when he landed on the kitchen table...Gustave found himself sitting in the midst of scattered photographs.....
-You are now sitting on my family...said the Dutchess with a smile...meet my grandmother..she is looking at you from under your toe...
-O..beg your pardon...croaked Gustave..and he jumped up...
-And now your behind is on my fathers head...giggled the Dutchess..never mind Gustave...my father loved frogs......
-What are you doing my dear Dutchess...is this what you meant by sorting out some things.....are you sorting out family pictures...could I be of some assistance...?
-Would you be so kind Gustave...I really could use some help..there is a big trunk in the attic...filled with very VERY old family pictures...I was planning to make a book ...to find out more about my heritage...back to the source of the Hilltop history....
-Back to the source you say.....well...I find that very interesting......
Miss Moussie would say...'one never knows what one will find'....And I agree, because one never knows..now does one..!!
-There must be pictures from your ancestors too dear Gustave..AND from Miss MOUSSIE....my mother made a lot of pictures in the garden when she was a little girl...will you help me find them..
A few minutes later..a frog and a dutchess were climbing the attic stairs...they were on a quest...The search of old family pictures..time flew by..


On the Old Log bridge....Miss Moussie had opened the bottle...and with a little twig she patiently and with much effort fumbled the letter out....
-There it is..she twittered softly.....Slowly and carefully she unfolded the letter.....took her spy glass...and she twittered the words that were written in blue ink out loud....

-“If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in finding it....at the source...-

-Finding it...whispered Miss Moussie..at the source..finding WHAT...?



For a moment she just stood there...staring at the letter....reading it over and over again...Then...she started walking...curious as she is....a little brave mouse...on her way to find what the meaning could be of something that could not be said, but what she clearly had to find out for herself......at the source.....the source of the Drumble..

Message in a bottle....

How happy Miss Moussie was..she was skipping through the Daisy meadow..her spy kit filled with Daisies...

-O I can;t wait to get home and show these pretty little flowers...she twittered...and whilst humming a merry tune she again reached the Drumble..
-O Yes...I almost forgot...The Drumble...I have to cross it ..o my goodness...I find Drumbles to be very suspicious..you never can tell where the lead to....

Soon Miss Moussie found the bridge...the old oak log was still laying there..patiently..for every woodland creature to get safely across to the other side of the water..

-Very careful now..twittered Miss Moussie..very careful now...slowly she started walking the bridge..when she was half way she suddenly stopped....
-What's that I see down there in the water..she squeaked...its...its a bottle...and I do believe there's a letter in that bottle...She grabbed her spy glass to focus....YES...she twittered exited...there's a message in that bottle...
Now Miss Moussie became very curious.....she just had to find out what was in that letter,who wrote it...why..when..and more questions of that sort..
-I HAVE to find a way to pick that bottle out of the water...she said to herself....

The bottle was caught between two slippery green cobblestones....this wasn't going to be an easy job to fetch it....in fact it could be very dangerous...

-This could be very dangerous...whispered Miss Moussie...and not at all a very easy job to do on my own...but...I simply MUST find out what that bottle is doing there in the Drumble..

She leaned forwards..now hanging face down over the edge of the bridge...her little arms reached out and tried to grab the bottle...
-O GOODNESS....she squeaked...my Daisies....there they go.....they fell out of my spy kit....o DARN......

But then Miss Moussie got hold of the bottle...she pulled and pulled...and with great effort she managed to fish the bottle out of the water.....
-PFHEW...she twittered out of breath....this is even a greater catch then the Daisies....now lets open the bottle and find out whats in it..


If you would like to know what message Miss Moussie will find in the bottle....come back another day...and I'll tell you all about it...

Sneezy...

The little ones on the hilltop are watching a garden movie....I don't think they know that Miss Moussie is on Tulip hunt....I wonder where she is...its been ours and ours since she left...?

The Tulip Hunt...

There is nothing Miss Moussie likes best then searching the Hilltop grounds with her spy kit..
A lovely orange sun accompanies her and is doing his best to keep her warm..
There is a fierce March wind blowing today...
So far Miss Moussie didn't find anything out of the unusual....all was well on the Hilltop.
Yes,there were some crocuses to focus on...but she already spotted them a few days ago..
-Maybe I can go on a Tulip hunt..Miss Moussie twittered to herself...and there she went..in the direction of the Hilltop meadow..

Whilst walking towards the meadow Miss Moussie needs to cross the Dangerous Drumble...!
The Dangerous Drumble is the stream running through the Hilltop forest....in Springtime the water runs wild..and you better not fall in...because nobody knows where this drumble ends...or where it begins..so one could get seriously lost...and wet...!
Now we all know Miss Moussie isn't the best of swimmers on the Hilltop..Lets hope she will be very careful....



-There it is...squeaked Miss Moussie...the Drumble....my goodness..it looks wild..how very exiting...better find the bridge....its much to deep to wade through..
Soon the bridge was found.....a big log of oak....
-Hm...twittered Miss Moussie...well..I always think old logs are suspicious..but this one looks very stable....I suppose I can cross the Drumble safe and sound...
There she went...very courageous..and very swift..
When she reached solid ground again she uttered a little squeak out of relieve..PHEW...that was scary...
After a few minutes Miss Moussie saw the meadow...she started running...her spy kit was humping and bumping on her back...How lovely it would be when SHE could be the one to find the first spring Tulip...
The forest opened...Miss Moussie could see a a green horizon..the trees at the edge of the forest waved there bare branches and bowed in the wind..like they were saying hello...hello dear Moussie...

For a while Miss Moussie just stood there..at he edge of the forest..then she opened her spy kit....
With her nose almost on the ground Miss Moussie stepped into the green grass....spying through her magnifying glass!
There she went...
-Grass..grass...green grass..she mumbled....dirt...more dirt...a Daisy....dirt..green dirt..and then she stopped in her tracks...again mumbling..what did I just say......A DAISY....my goodness...A DAISY..she found the first daisy..this was sooooooo much better then a Tulip...
-She turned around..did her eyes play tricks on her...no....there is was..a beautiful fragile fairy white Daisy!



-This is a very important catch..twittered Miss Moussie...this means it really and truly IS Spring...HURRAY..and she made a little jump out of joy..And whilst jumping she saw more Daisies in the field...my goodness..one two three...twenty five..
-I'll better take some home with me..she twittered....so I can let everybody know its spring..and we can call the meadow Daisy Meadow again...

And so she did....she threw all the spy stuff out of the bag...and filled it with Daisies..she tied her magnifying glass around her neck on a string of grass..and headed home....singing a song..

Lets follow her dear readers and friends..I have a feeling a new adventure starts today...and it has something to do with a Daisy and a Drumble....

Adventure...

Its a cold and rainy day on the Hilltop....so,we are going to hang out in the Hilltop Hall living room and watch a movie. One of our favorites..

-Gustave dear..so good of you to bring your imaginary cookies..
-Miss Mousie..please sit next to me...but be careful with your knitting...
-Mr C...not to close to the t.v dear..you will ruin your eyes...
-Sir Hog..would you like a pillow..so you can sit extra snug..
-Elvira...don't hop about...if you want you can sit on my shoulder..

Are we all set...then let the adventure begin...lets step into another world...

FOCUS..

Miss Moussie is walking through the garden...her eyes focused on the ground...
What could she be thinking....Listen..we can find out because Miss Moussie is always talking to herself...

-Come on dear...Focus..
What rhymes with crocus....
.........................?
O I know....hocus pocus...!

-Yes..hocus pocus indeed..isn't it magic to see these flowers grow...lets all focus dear readers and friends what pops out of the ground these days..flowers of spring..!

Waiting for spring...

Wouldn't it be lovely to skip through the Daisy meadow again...
On the Hilltop the garden creatures can't wait......but first there is a LOT to do..
Like Spring cleaning...

The wedding....

Valentines day...... a day full of love and hope....an excellent day for a wedding...



I don't know about you but I am very curious what will happen on the Hilltop today....lets go and find out...

Aaah...there we are..we arrived at the garden gate.....Shall I tell you what Elvira did....she decorated the Hilltop with blue bells...



Nobody does this better...She is a very swift stylish squirrel...and do you hear the tingling of the little bells she hung in all the treetops...



Very fairytale like........................................All for a belle Bell and her Beau..

We have to follow the sign that says....to the wedding....but there are many...



sign's I mean....maybe Mr C made them..............................................



to be sure we would arrive on time and in the right place..which is to be ....THE KITCHEN...

Take your seat at the kitchen table my dear...


and lets wait for the bride and groom...

Aren't weddings marvellous....don't forget to catch the brides bouquet later...


I heard Miss Moussie put it together....as well as the brides dress....and the party..;)

My goodness look at this cake......
With all the planning he had to do Gustave still found time to bake....its amazing..

Now I think its time to greet Beau and Bell.....and give them our blessings....may they live happily ever after in their cuckoo clock...




And before we go home..Mr C wil speech...he is great with words...

-Hhhow did it happen that their lips came together? Hhow does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the qqqquivering summit of the hill? A kkkiss, and all was said..............said Mr C...and almost without stammering....(but I believe these words were written by Victor Hugo....:)

Dear reader and friend..I leave you here at this enchanting moment..Wishing you a magical and loving valentines day.....stay warm and stay happy...T D.

SIMPLE...

Gustave...my man....said Beau..and he jumped out of the cuckoo clock...

-Jee wizz,that guy can jump....croaked Gustave to himself....I'll show him something...and then Gustave demonstrated a salto in the air and landed in the chandelier...

-Great jump Bro....smiled Beau..now looking up..you are getting better every day....listen Gus my man...can I ask you a question....
-Who's Gus....squeaked a little voice from inside the prickly ball named Horatio..
-ME...silly...croaked Gustave...-Sure Beau...you can ask me anything..you know that...!
-Well,said Beau...looking at all the curious faces in the kitchen...since you are all gathered here in your pyjamas...what I find to be very funny....you might as well listen to what I have to ask...
Dear friend Gustave...would you do me and Bell the honor to be our best man...I mean on our wedding ...
For a moment all was silent in the kitchen...you could here a pin drop...only it wasn't the pin that dropped..it was Gustave...he was so overwhelmed by Beau's request that he slipped and then slided from the chandelier..into the Dutchess her hair...
-Hey, said Beau..I usually do that....
-Gustave...giggled the Dutchess....grabbing her hair...are you OK....
-This wwwwas fffuny...stammered C...didn't see that one coming.....
Gustave didn't know how fast to get out of this predicament....whitin seconds he was again dangling from the chandelier....
-Gus...my man..come down from there..or shall I come up...said Beau..and do tell me....will you be our best man on Valentine's day....
-I do..I do....croaked Gustave with a big grin on his frog face...I say...lets make this a day to remember my friend...
-We don't want it to be a big wedding...not to much fuss...just friends...and maybe in this kitchen...we do want to keep it simple....

-SIMPLE...twittered a squeaky moussie voice entering the kitchen...SIMPLE...I heard that..but I can not believe my ears....SIMPLE...?

Well...dear reader and friend...what will it be....a big wedding..or just a simple ceremony in the kitchen....I wonder....
What I do know is ...you are ALL invited...so be there...on Valentine's day.....

Chaos and confusion...

It was chaos in the garden....The Dutchess stood there,under the chestnut tree, wondering what to do next...and how to calm everybody down..

The fog was getting thicker...Miss Moussie was still twittering somewhere out there....Mr C stammered...PPPPlease ccan someone explain whats hhhhappening....Sir Hog,curled up as a little prickly ball..deciding to stay that way until he was absolutely sure nothing bad was going to happen...and THEN..... Gustave appeared......He jumped out of the mist with a fearless jump....and landed next to the Dutchess feet...

-Morning beautiful..he croaked...how are you this foggy day..I believe this IS you by the look of your slippers...you,my one and only Dutchess.....
-AAH Gustave....there you are....I mean...I can hear you croak but I am afraid I can't see you down there....
-We have to get out of this foggy situation dearest..come on....follow my croak..lets go to the house...croaked Gustave with a very firm tone of croak....

The Dutchess followed..on their way they picked up Mr C..who surprisingly saw them coming down the lawn...and then the three of them rolled Sir Hog ...who was still in shock...towards Hilltop Hall..

-Goodness,said the Dutchess when they all entered the kitchen...Goodness,what a strange morning...I am all confused..
-I guess we all are...croaked Gustave whilst pushing Sir Hog over the threshold....whats all the fuss about....
-It all began,said the Dutchess sitting down at the kitchen table...It all began when Miss Moussie and I shared some wonderful news....
-WWWWhat news..stammered C...I thought there was an earthquake..and what about you Horatio old chap..you stepped on my head......
-Sir Hog still said nothing......
-I'll tell you a secret...said the Dutchess...listen..there is going to be a marriage very soon..in fact on VALENTINES day...its Bell and Beau's...finally!!!!!!!
-SOO,that's why Miss Moussie is twittering like crazy.....croaked Gustave and nodded his head in worry..I know what she will be thinking now...so much to do so little time...
-Exactly..nodded the Duthess in understanding..

-Where is she....asked a tiny voice from inside the prickly ball named Horatio....
-WWWHo...stammered C..?
-Miss Moussie.......?
-.........

Then the door from the cuckoo clock squeaked open.....It was Beau, the gnome peeked his head around the corner in surprise....
-What are you all doing there,he asked...Did I miss a pyjama party..?