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9/24/09

The Harvest Dinner..


Are you all ready to enter The Labyrinth..then please take with you a little lantern..its ever so dark in the underground passages.. I did wish Mr C would arrive...and Miss Moussie..it seems we will have to start without them..come on guys..here we go..follow the squirrel..

What could have happened to Miss Moussie...we know she had a strange encounter with a masked bandit..a little birdie told us..and this little birdie also told this..

Gustave,Mr C ,and Miss Moussie where running running running...away,away from this scary creature that was approaching..
-I hate running,twittered Miss Moussie out of breath..especially when one is scared,because then one can loose all sense of direction..o,dear...can you see the creature behind you dear C...
-Nno,can't see it,stammered Mr C...can't see anything...I seem to have lllost my glasses,..you have to go on without me...I will fffollow underground and catch up with you lllater..
-Can you find your way home C..asked Gustave..shall we meet back in the garden..at the gate..
-Oke oke..said C..see you....and away he was ..under ground..
-Goodness Gustave..twittered Miss Moussie..now its just you and me...Who has disappeared into the clouds..searching for the bandit...

And just where was this bandit...this strange masked creature...it was sitting at a campfire..eating pancakes...and enjoying himself...

-Gustave,I do believe we are running in circles..twittered Miss Moussie...I am sure we came past this hollow tree a few minutes ago...I remember it because it has such
peculiar shape..it reminds me of our dear friend Mozes his den..LOOK
-A strange tree indeed Miss,but maybe a good hiding place ...lets wait there until the bandit's gone..
And so they did...together Miss Moussie and Gustave stepped into the hollow tree...and stood there in the dark for minutes and minutes...not making a sound...well, that is until Miss Moussie felt something tickle...and then she gave a very loud squeak..."EEEEeeeeeeeUW...Gustave...there's someone breathing in my neck..
Dear readers..what happened next was indescribable...so I will not even begin to try...but a few moments and a lot of screaming later..Miss Moussie,Gustave,Mozes,the Tea Rat,and another sweet person named Gretta came tumbling out of the tree..there was chaos,confusion..and happiness
-Old chap..we meet again..shouted the Tea rat beside himself out of joy..and he slapped Gustave on his back ,and there you are..my sweet Miss,how marvelous to see you again..we have such wonderful stories to tell..
-Mozes my dear..how I missed you twittered Miss Moussie...let me hug you...and Tea ,my dear Tea...how could you do this to me...I was ever so worried..

Well,you can imagine how happy our dear garden friends were to see each other again...after a while of talking and a little dance of joy they all went on there way back to the garden..Mozes,as always leading the way...Gustave hopping and croaking next to Gretta...and Tea walking with Mis Moussie...they didn't speak at all...they just looked in each others eyes..On there way they found Raccoon...and Raccoon being Raccoon,always in for a party...he followed the troupe to the garden...to celebrate a home coming and a big Harvest dinner...at the garden gate they found Mr C....dear Mr C...who said with a big smile on his face...
- Hand in hand, with fairy grace, we will wine and dine, and bless this place...
So...lets all follow him now..and have ourselves a wonderful wonderful evening....

2 comments:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

OH! This is wonderful! We are back together again! I cannot describe the joy in my heart to see my beloved Gustave, Miss Moussie and Mr. C. again! We are together again and we will dine on the best cuisine in the garden of the Dutchess, the most beautiful garden east of the Atlantic...there will be much merriment, piping hot tea and song tonight under a beautiful, tranquille moon and all is well!!! The TEA RAT

Jacqueline said...

Gretta is so honored to join this troup of beautiful hearts and souls joined together at the sip, I mean hip. She has her little lantern and she's holding on tight about ready to burst with joy. She has never in her whole life been to a harvest dinner. She'll try so hard to behave and not giggle out of turn.

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