- Wilfred - Woodmouse It was the middle of the winter. The sun has just set and it was very, very cold. An icy wind was blowing from the East and the wind promised snow. Deep in the dark roots of Brambly Hedge tiny lights appeared as lamps were lit in the windows. More little lights could be seen leaving the Store Stump, moving hastily along the hedgerow and disappearing into holes hidden in the twisty roots. The mice had smelled snow in the air and were all hurrying home to a nice hot supper by the fire. Mr. Apple warden of the Store Stump was the last to leave for home. -“Is that you, dear? called Mrs. Apple as he let himself in through the front door. Delicious smells waft down from the kitchen. Mrs. Apple had spent the afternoon baking pies, cakes and puddings for the cold days to come. She drew two armchairs up to the fire and brought in their supper on a tray. -Will a fee snow keeps up ‘cause I believe it will you’ll soon be able to go tobogganing on a real toboggan. -I can’t wait! - Do you really think it will be a lot of snow? -Smells like it to me! -There’s a feeling in the air just that like time long, long ago when snow got so deep all the way to the top of the third notch in the old palace if and only if it gets that deep will it be deep enough for a snowball. - A snowball?
It was the middle of the winter. The sun has just set and it was
very, very cold. An icy wind was blowing from the East and the wind
promised snow. Deep in the dark roots of Brambly Hedge tiny lights
appeared as lamps were lit in the windows. More little lights could
be seen leaving the Store Stump, moving hastily along the hedgerow
and disappearing into holes hidden in the twisty roots.The mice had
smelled snow in the air and were all hurrying home to a nice hot
supper by the fire.Mr. Apple warden of the Store Stump was the last
to leave for home.-Is that you, dear? called Mrs. Apple as he let
himself in through the front door. Delicious smells waft down from
the kitchen. Mrs. Apple had spent the afternoon baking pies, cakes
and puddings for the cold days to come. She drew two armchairs up
to the fire and brought in their supper on a tray.-Will a fee snow
keeps up cause I believe it will youll soon be able to go
tobogganing on a real toboggan.-I cant wait!- Do you really think
it will be a lot of snow?-Smells like it to me!-Theres a feeling in
the air just that like time long, long ago when snow got so deep
all the way to the top of the third notch in the old palace if and
only if it gets that deep will it be deep enough for a snowball.- A
snowball?-Yes.- I can remember..It was held in the year Mr.
Eybright and I were married. What a night and what a feast we
prepared.Special snowball food.-Food?-Sorry Mrs Eyebrights I have
just remembered I have to go to the Store Stump for my mother!- Go
carefully on that toboggan.Later as Wilfred and Mr Apple left the
Store Stump to head for home they were greeted by delicious warm
smells which wafted from the kitchen of Crabapple Cottage out of
that crisp cold air. Thats smells good. Do you think is going to
keep snowing Mr. Apple? I do Wilfred. I cant wait. I cant wait. I
cant wait. I have the feeling the young Wilfred cant wait. Hello
dear! Goodness me! If theres so much snow out there as youve
brought in here.. -Theres enough for a snowball. I can remember my
mother talking about the last snowball. I know. Mrs. Eyebright is
the only one of us who was actually there. And Im sure shell
remember all the snowball recipes. Ive got one for blackberry
sorbet which my mother gave me and
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