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9/1/09

Mozes where are you..


-Am I there yet..twittered Miss Moussie...she didn't dare to open her eyes...
-Its oke Miss..you can look now...Gustave croaked...we are home..we are sitting in your houssie..
-O how marvelous...there is no place like home,and that's exactly what I wrote on the destination mail....there is no place like home for a moussie like me..
At that moment they heard a loud knock on the door...who could this be...
-Just a minute...Miss Moussie shuffled to the door...she was still wearing her magnificent pink and very tight dress..
In the doorway stood Mr C...with a big smile on his face...
-Hello,hello, there you are.....wasn't this a wonderful experience...to travel on a Jiffy trail..I will never forget this,not even when I live to be a hundred years old..I even think I will write a book about it..bet you don't know the title of the book...
-Well, Mr C,croaked Gustave,let me guess..maybe the title of the book will be..."Back in a Jiffy..
-My dear green friend...that's correct...said Mr C surprised,you can read my mind..
-Mr C..did you happen to see Mozes in the garden on your way to my houssie..asked Miss Moussie...I am beginning to feel a bit worried...
The three little garden friends then ran out the door..into the dark garden..
They called...they called again...and they searched the whole night through until dawn...under the lilac bush ,up the tree,in the tool shed..in the pond..but Mozes was nowhere to be found.....
-Lets wake up our dear Dutchess...maybe she knows where Mozes can be..squeaked Miss Moussie with tears in her eyes..
-I will make some tea...Gustave croaked with a very sad croak..we will go upstairs in our Dutchess bedroom and wake her up....
-Speaking of tea...we didn't hear any news from our friend the Tea rat in the last few ours..he always calls after visiting the theatre..how strange..
Our little garden friends being very worried and confused entered the bedroom of the dutchess in the urly morning light...climbed on her pillow...woke her up by whispering in her ear, and then... Gustave, being ever so shaky and nervous dropped the teapot...

drawing Charles van Sandwyk

4 comments:

Anna said...

goeie illustrator, 1 van m'n favorieten en
je achtergrond is helemaal WAUWSIE
Gr.

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

OH! Dear Miss M.! WE ARE OVER HERE......We think that Mozes is stuck in NOWHERE! However, take all precautions...don't go out on your own! Willy and I are out here, and we think we heard him!!! Oh...please, get the Dutchess and wake her. She has the magic key.....Affectionately, The Tea Rat

Jacqueline said...

Uh oh...the teapot is in a thousand pieces or more? What a sight to behold. Perhaps just like turning lemons into lemonade we can somehow turn the teapot into a glued watering can? Me oh my, what are we to do now?

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Mozes is coming to the rescue? Oh....we will wait; we will not move until we can hear him! But night has fallen and autumn is here....it is getting chilly. Willy and I will cuddle up and try to keep warm until the BIG MAN MOZES gets to us!!! The Tea Rat

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