Our Posh New Den

Whiffy the Weasel walked down Hedgerow Lane,
then stopped...turned round...then went back again.
He was feeling quite nervous, what should he do?
Are they really my friends, he thought...Could this be true?
He took a deep breath, then turned round once more,
walked down the lane going straight to the door.

He timidly knocked, and the door opened wide,
Daddy Mouse smiled and said, "Come on inside.
They are all upstairs waiting; they said you'd be here."
Then added kindly, understanding his fear,
"Timmy and Tommy are so pleased you agreed,
to help find a den...you're just what they need!"

Feeling much happier than he felt before,
Whiffy went up to the boys' bedroom door.
With another deep breath, he knocked and went in,
and was oh so pleased when they all turned and grinned!
"Hello, Whiffy! Come and sit over here,
we are trying to think of a brilliant idea."

Timmy moved over and Whiffy sat down.
"We need an idea for our den," Tommy frowned.
"We want one that's near, not too far away,
big enough for us all to meet up in and play."
"We've thought and we've thought," Vicky said with sigh,
"But nothing sounds right...Would you like to try?"

Whiffy looked down as he tried hard to think,
then he suddenly clapped, making everyone blink!
"I'll show you a place, it's high and it's wide,
it's where I used to go when I needed to hide..."
Whiffy stopped speaking, his face turned quite green.
"Why did you hide?" they asked, "What do you mean?"

Poor Whiffy looked up; knowing what he would say
"I was frightened of you, when you came out to play.
I was on my own because no one liked me,
so I used to hide...where you couldn't see."
Cyril the Squirrel said, "It's sad...but it's true,
we didn't take time to get to know you."

Vicky said, "We're sorry!" Then taking his hand,
"We listened to others, and did not understand.
But now we are friends, you should never hide,
next time you see us, you must come outside."
"Now we're best friends!" declared Reggie the Rat,
with his big cheeky grin, "Well now, fancy that!"

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Whiffy the Weasel led them through the wood,
to a place where the biggest of all the trees stood.
The tree was so wide, and so very high,
it looked as though it was touching the sky!
While they were staring, Whiffy walked round the tree,
then just disappeared!  Where could he be?

"Whiffy! Where are you?" They called out his name,
"What are you doing? Are you playing a game?"
Then suddenly they heard him, laughing away,
"I'm here! Can't you see me? Come in and play."
Then he was there, he'd stepped out of the tree!
"Wow!" shouted Reggie, "can we come and see?"

They all followed Whiffy, through a crack in the bark,
that opened inside, yet wasn't that dark.
"This is my hidey hole; it makes a good den.
It can be yours too...if I can come now and then."
The friends were amazed, "Are you sure you don't mind?"
And Millie just hugged him, "You really are kind!"

Their new den was perfect, they'd make it look good,
cleaning and sweeping as much as they could.
Millie said, "I'll bring a rug for the floor,
I have one at home I don't use any more."
Off they all went to get dusters and brooms,
to set about making the nicest of rooms.

It didn't take long, it was soon nice and clean,
leaving them with the best den they had seen.
After laying the rug down on the clean floor,
Millie said, "Now we want a sign for the door."
"What a good idea," said Tommy...and then,
"How about calling it - Our Posh New Den!"