In Lion Glebe, North Norfolk, England, the gale force winds doth blow. On the Dandelion Hall estate mighty trees have been felled by winds of up to 60 miles per hour – faster than a tortoise to a dandelion leaf! CoCo had dangerously meandered outside for too long during a bathroom break, and instead of remaining in the nice clump of early crocuses (Grumpy John’s pride and joy), had found herself as if with wings! Millicent let out a shriek before skipping across the lawn in silken pajama bottoms too long… When she had gathered herself together – with muddy knees and hands – she aptly took to successfully climbing the old apple tree to rescue CoCo six feet up. Downwards was another matter. But after half an hour the Fire Brigade had rescued the both of them.
I dismally stare through the terrace door window at the sight of my flattened herb patch. Oscar says not to worry, the winds will soon die down and the herbs will soon replenish as is the nature of many a willful weed. And so, I find myself wandering in the direction of the Wellington boots – all neatly jumbled under where the coats are hung – with the wise mind to squeeze into the welcoming confines of a size 14 tenacious boot. I understand Giles the butler will not be needing them anytime soon. I hope he left his socks in.
Dear Reader, keep safe and warm –
“Retreat and Sleep!”
Daisy Elizabeth lowered her head further into the thicket of dill; she thought: no one took much notice of what she had to say, despite tortoises being the wisest of all on this earth.
- Little Lord Oscar Dandelion (International Jewel – and Sandwich Filling – Thief)
Copyright Faith McCord 2016
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