Is That Our Cart?

It was such a nice day that Daddy Mouse said,
"I think I'll go out and tidy my shed."
He wandered outside and saw no one about,
"I can open the door and bring everything out!"
There were loads of old tools and pots of old paint,
and spiders so big, he knew Mummy would faint!

Then he pulled out the cart that the youngsters had made,
and left it out where his old tools were now laid.
Once it was empty he picked up his broom,
it would take a long time; it was such a big room.
Sweeping away, the dust made him sneeze,
but when it was finished, he knew he'd be pleased!

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Coming out of the wood and onto the lane,
was Whiffy the Weasel, alone once again.
With no-one to play with, he felt really sad,
but everyone everywhere, thought he was bad.
He'd been walking around wanting something to do,
something exciting, could he find something new?

He picked up a stick; he would make it his sword,
he'd pretend he was famous, loved and adored!
Swishing away, he would fight everyone,
he would win every battle, now that would be fun!
Then he saw lots of rubbish just thrown on the ground
and by it, a cart, with four wheels to spin round.

Whiffy just stood there, he wanted so much
to go over and look...perhaps even touch.
He looked all around, there was no-one about,
if it wasn't rubbish, then someone would shout.
It had a rope handle to pull it along,
if nobody owned it, it couldn't be wrong!

He slowly went over and stood there a while,
when nobody came, Whiffy started to smile.
He picked up the rope and then pulled it away,
"This cart is now mine," he heard his voice say!
He knew a steep hill at the back of the wood,
he'd test it out there to make sure it was good.

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Timmy and Tommy called a meeting that day,
but what it was for, they just wouldn't say.
"Come to Popsicorn Bog, and we'll tell you all then,"
was all they would say to each one of their friends.
Once they had gathered, Timmy stood up to say,
"Something mysterious has happened today!"

Then Tommy stood up, "We've been down to the farm."
And the tone of his voice filled the friends with alarm!
"The haystacks are gone, and the field is quite bare,
our haystack, our den, there is just nothing there!"
The friends were all shocked, not one word did they say,
until Millie burst out, "Now where can we play?"

The friends started talking aloud to each other,
till Reggie called out, "We could make another!"
It went very quiet, then Millie said, "Yes.
And this time we'll make it better than best!"
Cyril the Squirrel, had been quiet so long,
that Timmy said to him, "Is anything wrong?"

Cyril looked up with a frown on his face,
"I was thinking," he said, "about a new place.
We want our den safe, so it won't disappear,
it mustn't be far away, somewhere quite near."
Suddenly everyone heard a loud shout,
but turning around, there was no-one about!

Next moment they heard the most terrible scream,
and then a loud splash from near-by in the stream.
Reggie jumped up and said, "Look...over there!"
In the water they saw two arms in the air.
Timmy and Tommy, now filled with alarm,
jumped in the water, and each grabbed an arm.

They both pulled together to bring his head out.
"Is he all right?" they heard Vicky shout.
"It's Whiffy the Weasel!" Tommy said with surprise,
as Whiffy coughed and tears poured from his eyes.
They all helped pull Whiffy out onto the ground,
and Timmy said, "There you are, all safe and sound!"

"What happened?" asked Millie, "How did you fall in?"
And Vicky said, "Whiffy, you must learn to swim!
You must never go near the water alone."
But Whiffy, still crying, said, "Can I go home?"
Millie said, kindly, "Are you sure you're not hurt?"
Seeing Whiffy still covered in wet mud and dirt.

Reggie was standing and squinting his eyes,
"Is that our cart?" he asked, looking surprised.
The others stood up and went over to see,
"I'm sure that it is. But how could it be?"
Without saying a word, they all turned around
and stared at wet Whiffy, still laid on the ground.

"It's mine." Whispered Whiffy, "I found it today.
It was next to some rubbish, all thrown away.
I wouldn't just take it, I waited some time,
as nobody came, I thought, it could be mine."
Whiffy looked so upset, the other's just knew,
he really believed it, he thought it was true.

"We'll talk to my Dad," Tommy told everyone,
as they pulled out the cart and saw no damage done.
Whiffy's legs wobbled when he tried to stand,
and Millie reached out to lend him a hand.
"Get in the cart, and we'll pull you along,"
Millie smiled kindly, 'We're all really strong."

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Daddy Mouse was frantically looking around,
he was sure he had put the cart out on the ground.
Next to the paint pots, he'd now thrown away,
with the broken old tools, that had seen better days.
"Where could it be?" Daddy Mouse scratched his head,
"Am I losing my mind?" he quietly said.

He was just going out to start looking again
when he saw in the distance his boys down the lane.
He looked, then he frowned, what was that he could see?
They were pulling the cart, just how could that be?
Then they were there, and they told him their tale,
pointing at Whiffy, whose face had gone pale.

Daddy Mouse laughed, "Well, it could have been true,
I threw all the pots away, broken tools too."
Whiffy the Weasel, let out a loud sigh,
so pleased they believed him, he wanted to cry.
Millie went to him, and held out her hand,
saying, "Come on now, Whiffy, let's see you stand."

Whiffy climbed out, and his legs felt just fine.
"You can play with us...if you want to some time."
Vicky was smiling, "It's no fun on your own."
Then the boys all came over, "We'll walk you back home."
Whiffy just beamed, especially when,
Tommy said..."Would you help us to make a new den?"