…a story where nothing terrible happens written for my blonde haired son.
“Morning Mr Mouse” said Sparrow form the safety of the high branches of the sycamore tree.
”Good morning sparrow” Mouse replied looking up, twitching her whiskers and wrinkling her nose. “Why so high in the tree?” she asked scratching in the earth as she looked for bugs and worms.
“The cat’s about “ Sparrow answered, “you really should watch out Mouse” she warned “you don’t want to be cat’s breakfast now do you.”
“Oh I’m ok” mouse answered quite confidently “I know the cat that lives here and she’s old and slow and won’t catch me.” Mouse tugged at a fat juicy worm she had uncovered at the base of sparrow’s tree.
“That worm looks delicious” Sparrow said eyeing up Mouse’s breakfast “it looks very plump and juicy.”
“Sure is” said mouse her mouth full, “why don’t you come and join me”. She wasn’t a greedy mouse, and indeed it was a rather fat worm. “I will happily share my breakfast with you” she said.
Sparrow looked about, her small dark eyes scanning for any sign of the crooked old cat.
“Sounds good to me” she chirped not seeing any sign of cat and she floated down to join mouse. “Oh that does look good” she continued, tucking into one end of the chubby little worm as mouse munched hungrily on the other.
Mouse and sparrow ate a quite delicious breakfast together and washed their juicy worm down with the cool crisp water which lay on the fallen sycamore leaves following the storm the night before.
“So what now?” Sparrow asked, flying back into the boughs of the tree.
Mouse cleaned her ears and resumed scratching in the still wet earth. “Hopefully more worms” she laughed “It was delicious indeed!”
“Sounds delightful” Sparrow replied still scanning the garden. “I shall see you later perhaps ”she continued, and with a “thanks again for breakfast and watch out for that cat” she was gone.
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