It was one snowy night in the Forest of Dean all of the animals where asleep; all except one, in the little cabin outside the big wooded cabin once lived a little door mouse who keeps an eye out for any dangerous predictors coming to the cabin. You may think what can a little door mouse do if a dangerous animal or human being came to the home. You’ll be surprised what one little dormouse can do. For the door mouse have been quite happily with himself for making lots of mince pies for himself; along with his Christmas tree looking beautiful as ever like it does every year, he even whilst the tune of a well known family tune who lived in the cabin behind his.
It was happy that nothing bad has happened in the last few weeks; everything had been very quiet and very still in the big log cabin, but he thought it too soon when the candle lights went out. His whilsting died down. His ears dropped. He looked towards the window of the gloomy darkness. Not moving a muscle for a while.
Still wasn’t sure what was happening. Something still didn’t feel right he scurried up through the hole in the walls of his small cabin; then up through the another hole that gave him access to the other cabin, as he rushed too fast as he came out trying to stand up as he called out to Tom not noticing that the lights were still on, knocked something over a female caught the object and Tom caught the dormouse before both reached the floor.
As the mouse looked up seeing both Tom and the female looking down at him; he soon realised it was just false alarm, he has those moments especially the weeks before christmas and he always forgets at this time of year that Tom’s best friends knows all the tricks in the book for the trip hazards and everything for Tom’s protection. “Still haven’t read my little postcard or my book little man” I replied “oh Lizzy I am so sorry. I keep on forgetting that every year you come and I forget everytime” squeaked the dormouse. Tom and I laughed and said “Happy Christmas little man”