On the move..
Hello there...so nice of you to visit. Please walk with us through the Hilltop forest on this clear autumn morning..the sun is shining..and the birds are chattering in the tree tops....Listen... they are trying to tell us something...What are you all chattering about sweet feathered friends...what did you say...you like cherries..no.....O,a mouse with a a basket full of berries...o dear, this must be Miss Moussie, coming home from her field trip...come...we have to hurry...we must go and hide under the Lilac bush and wait there...so we can see what happens when Miss Moussie sees her new Houssie..come on..run as fast as you can.....................
Pfew...that was just in time ..please dear,sit ever so still...and hold you breath...there she comes...our dear Miss Moussie...
Miss Moussie was feeling very tired...she had been picking berries and visiting an old vriend...Now, she was longing to get home and crash on the sofa..
How she loved this quiet mornings in the forest...a lovely breese...autumn in the air..very very loud chattering birds...?...That was strange...why did the birds from the Chatter Creek make this much noise on a quiet Sunday morning...what were they saying...something with cherries or berries..funny..'No No No,my darlings',said Miss Moussie,'you can't have my berries...go pick for yourself..
'Ah,almost there',sighed Miss Moussie with relief...'I can see the garden gate..I will be so happy to be home where I can put my baskets down on the kitchen table...they are ever so heavy'!
There Miss Moussie entered the garden...she walked past the lilac bush..turned left at the Dahlia's..and then...frose...
Our dear garden friends (and you yourselves ofcourse)....all gathered hiding under the Lilac's,saw Miss Moussie stop and stare...she stood there like a stateu..staring at an Ivy grown with pink roses decorated cottage.......Then, she suddenly gave a loud scream and with a big swung threw her baskets in the air...It was raining berries..
A new housie,a new houssie..I knew it, I knew It, she twittered....How marvelous, how lovely,..and big tears rolled down her pink powderpuffed cheeks.
Then,Gustave came to the rescue..from out of his pocket a big red handkerchief appeard..
"There you go Miss,please take this to dry your tears..its oke..I only used it one's...when I was out fishing..'!
'Thank you',said Miss Moussie blubbering,'very sweet of you ,much appreciated'...and blew her nose..
'Well then...dear friends....lets all help...There is work to be done..lets MOVE.. and before you know it we will all be sitting drinking tea in Miss Moussie's new houssie'...This was Elvira speaking and taking charge..so....listen to the squirrel...could you help with the curtains..or would you like to do some painting..
in the birdsnest... Nowhere