Percival’s Christmas Wish


One of the humans who lives here at Wiggly Pets HQ has been working very hard indeed! She was attempting to draw 14 pictures to illustrate a children’s christmas story she has written. Well she hasn’t managed it but it was not for want of trying! And she has raised some money for homeless human wiggly woos (they call them babies, or children or kids or Oi!). So as promised here is the story though only with one outlined picture.

Percival’s Christmas Wish

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In Gloucestershire, many magical things have happened; especially on Christmas eve at the midnight hour in the city of Gloucester itself. People have spoken of it for centuries. You see, at that time on that day all the animals can talk!

Of course animals can always talk – but not always be understood. A meow sounds different to a bark, which sounds different to a squeak.

But on this day at that hour they can all talk to to each other and to humans too! If the humans bother listening, that is. The creatures who love this the most are the little mice. Gloucester, and indeed all of Gloucestershire, is full of mice that spin… and sew and knit and sometimes use fabric glue and velcro though the older mice do consider this to be somewhat cheating.

The Mice that Spin are so important to the region that if you look at a lot of the churches in Gloucestershire (and Gloucestershire has a lot of churches) you will see a stone block carved with a relief of scissors and needles and thread and other cloth related things.

But the mice are small and often over looked or misunderstood by the humans whose lunch is nibbled, or mistaken by cats for a light bite to eat, which means life can be very hard for these little rodents. However on Christmas eve no one would dare eat a talking mouse – whether owl or cat or human – especially when they are so nicely turned out in the sweetest of tiny clothing sets.

And so on Christmas Eve all the mice in Gloucestershire, plus a few from Cardiff and Bristol, and maybe Oxford and even one or two all the way from London, come together for the bestest of parties.

Our adventure takes place at one of these parties not so very long ago, about 2007 or so. That year terrible floods had affected many homes in the area and humans and mice found themselves homeless.

Percival was one such mouse; his lovely basement dwelling had filled up and he had barely escaped in an old empty baked bean tin. He had drifted in said baked been tin for three days, after discovering that that bread sticks did not make the greatest of paddles – mainly due to them getting soggy and falling to pieces.

After the three days he was a very sorry, soggy and hungry little mouse. Fortunately, though, being a mouse, he did not have much issue with dirty water – unlike one poor little human (who is indeed very important to this story!). This small person is known as Jean and at the time she was but a tiny toddler.

The only home Jean had known had water pour in through the walls. And to make it worse it was sticky smelly water full of cow poo and other fragrant things… you know, the sort that is referred to as a ‘number two’.

Jean’s Mummy and Daddy had had to wade through water and be helped by the police to get to Jean at her Nursery School that day, and then when they finally got home, there was no home for them anymore, not really.

‘Oh dear!’ Jean had chirruped, ‘Oh dear tortor! Tortor everywhere, bad torter’, the little girl announced. She was still too little to say many words; or at least ones that silly grown ups could understand . The other toddlers at the Nursery understood her perfectly well.

That night they camped in the attic and waded through the water the next day with a few bits of clothing and Jean’s favourite teddy – Yellow Bear. They had then headed over to Daddy’s aunt who said she would keep an eye on Jeany whilst things like insurance were all sorted out. Unfortunately more bad luck was in store for this little family – so many people had been flooded that there was no help to be had; at least, not straight away.

And then it turned out that the water they were drinking had been contaminated by flood water. This made it really dirty and meant that everyone needed to drink from special tanks the military were delivering to each road. And the electricity stopped working too as the electricity sub-station had also been flooded, so they could not listen to the radio or watch television. So neither they nor their aunt knew the water was bad and Mummy and Jeany drank the water and became very sick.

Little Jeany had to stay in hospital but she got a new snuggly bear with a purple outfit. It was yellow bear’s new friend and was hugged lots. And lots of hugs were needed at this time – it had been summer when the house was flooded and by Christmas there was still no hope of moving home again. Jean slept in a travel cot that Mummy’s aunt had lent them and every two weeks they moved on to another friends house or flat or office.

Percival was having a similar problem, as were many of the other mice; but it was worse for him. Now as you may well know, Mice that Spin tend to be from very large families so most of the little mice had relatives to stay with (even if it did make things that little bit extra crowded). But poor Percival was an orphan; he had no mummy or daddy and his sister had emigrated to Australia in a box of meringues.

This meant that, unlike most mice, Percival really was on his own; and he felt very sad and lonely.

A nice mouse at the Cathedral helped Percival and other mice like him. The Cathedral was a beautiful place to live – sunlight would stream through the stained glass windows. It was all lovely colours that lent a glow to the sandstone pillars of the building itself.

Percival had a very comfy bed in a piece of blue velvet cloth that was draped over various things in one of the rooms and there were lots of yummy cake crumbs to eat from the tea shop. And he had even joined the choir; but it wasn’t really a home. What Percival really really wanted was a family. He made up his mind that on Christmas Eve, during that magic hour, he would tell Father Christmas what he wanted.

Jean’s family, on the other hand, would have very much liked their home back for christmas – but that was not going to happen. Instead, they were staying with friends and family in Gloucester. Now, living while not in your own home can be very expensive and Jean’s parents had had their own business which was run from their house. The flood had destroyed that too, so they had very little money that year. Fortunately, her daddy had found a new job which he would be starting in the new year and so they were, at least, hopeful.

That Christmas Eve they and their family started preparing food for the next day. Jean’s Daddy is a vegetarian so he was constructing a special dish called Leopard Pie which apparently has no real leopards in it (as that would have made it not a vegetarian-safe pie after all!) Everyone was looking forward to sampling it and Nanny was making her famous sausage plaits (which seemed to be mostly tomato ketchup, as far as Jean could tell).

Poor Granfer on the other hand seemed to be having an argument with a reel of sticky tape – it was a battle he was most definitely losing. There was a warm smell of orange and spice from the saucepans on the hob; these were mulled wine and mulled orange juice. The orange juice was specially for Jeany, and Mummy who was still poorly, and Daddy who would probably have to drive someone to somewhere later that evening.

Jean was helping Mummy make mince pies and Mummy’s friend Clare was helping too! It being Christmas Eve Jean was wearing a reindeer hat and matching slippers and a blue sparkly snowflake jumper with white fur trim – she was very excited and tried to sing along to the songs Mummy and Daddy played.

Then, whilst eating warm minced pies, they sat and watched a film about mice at Christmas. Jean decided she would ask Santa for a talking mouse of her own, a special little friend.

Meanwhile at the Cathedral, Percival was helping put glitter in the Christmas tree. He was also due to sing at the midnight concert that evening. He was very excited and really very nervous; he smoothed his fur down using his reflection in a dark blue christmas bauble. He was so nervous that he had hardly been able to nibble the piece of shortbread that had been dropped behind the organ earlier that day. It had a snow man on it and just the right amount of sugar. And later on, before the concert, there would be candied peel and marshmallows! He just couldn’t wait and was really looking forward to all the tasty food.

But for now there was lots of decorations to be put out – it was getting late and people would start arriving soon.

Back at Jean’s house, Jean had napped and was not best pleased to be woken up and kept shouting, ‘No! No! No! No!’ about everything until Daddy warned her that they would not go and see the Man With The Beard! Jean suddenly became quiet and still and her eyes were so wide that Mummy just had to kiss her on the end of her nose.

They put out a minced pie and some brandy in a mug (Granfer moaned that it should be sherry in a nice glass but it was all they had and he assured Jean that Santa would love it just as much.) For Rudolf, they scattered special magic oats.

Then they all put their coats on to head out to the Cathedral for Midnight Mass, which Nanny just loved going to. They were going to walk but Nanny was feeling too old to walk there in the ice crisp night, so Daddy decided to drive into town and Jean was strapped into her car seat with the minimum of tears and fuss.

Mummy and her friend would meet them at the Cathedral. When they got there Father Christmas was large and jolly and rather loud. Jean became very shy suddenly and snugged into Daddy who was holding her. Santa smiled anyway and handed her a packet of sweets with a “HoHoHo”! And daddy fed a stack of coins into a collection tin. Jean was sad as they walked away – she hadn’t managed to ask for a little friend, all of her own.

When they caught up with Mummy Jean tried to explain; Mummy sort of understood, but not really. It is often a problem with parents, as I am sure all children will agree.

But she did say that Christmas is a special magic, time and hope and love could bring about miracles, so Jean hoped with all her might and told a frozen puddle that she would love a little friend.

Then they were heading over bumpity ground; the Cathedral stood lit up and from inside there was already the sound of singing. Jean sat snugged first on one lap and then on another playing with toys and drinking the beaker of warm milk Daddy had produced from out of his bag. She liked the singing very much especially as she could hear little squeaks that were somehow words. The last hymn they sang was In The Deep Midwinter and Jean climbed down and peered through the chair legs; she was sure there were little mice just over there… but mummy wouldn’t let her go and explore.

Percival finished singing his favourite hymn. It had been the last one of the concert. Little mice applauded, as did a pigeon that had wondered in off the streets. ‘That be good singing!’ it said, and Percival thanked him. Then he stopped and realised what the time was! He was talking to a pigeon! He needed to get to a phone and quick – there was only 15 minutes left! He just hoped that directory inquiries had Father Christmas’ number. He didn’t know what he would do if St. Nick was ex-directory!

He scuttled across the floor but the humans began to all move about – and their feet were huge!

To escape it all he scrambled up the side of a push chair and hid in the folds of the canopy. He was really scared; his little nose was twitching rapidly from side to side. A very small human was strapped into the pushchair and the poor thing really was not very happy about this at all, but it cheered up as the pushchair was wheeled out into the dark night. Percival hung on for his life!

Large flakes of snow had begun to to drift from the sky and the pushchair’s canopy was rolled forwards and with a squeak Percival landed in the little ones lap.

‘Oh No!’ he cried and tried to scramble away but a mittened hand caught him. ‘Hello!’ said Jean.

‘Hello!’ replied the worried Percival as he tried to work out how he was going to escape.

‘Talking mouse!’ the little girl said with glee.

‘Erm, yes’ said the struggling mouse, ‘it’s… christmas… eve… at… midnight.. all. animals… talk!’

‘I asked Santa for a talking mouse!’ Jean commented happily.

Percival stopped trying to struggle out of her grip ‘you did?’ he asked.

‘Yes!’ Jean said excitedly.

‘I wanted to talk to him’ said the little mouse sadly ‘but I now only have eight minutes of talking left.’

Jean thought about the oats and brandy they had put out at home and said ‘he’ll be on his sled now!’

‘Oh, I was going to phone him’ Percival said.

‘Oh, do you want to borrow my phone?’ Jean asked offering him a red and blue plastic toy.

‘Oh, yes please!’ came the ecstatic answer but then he became very sad when he found he could not dial out. ‘This phone isn’t working, but thank you for lending it to me,’ he said as big tears began to run down his furry cheeks. A particularly fat one rolled straight down his nose and off of the the end with a little sorry sounding “Splat!” on Jean’s coat.

Jean tried to pat him better, being very careful to be as gentle as she could, as he was really very small. ‘What did you want to ask him, anyway?’ she asked. ‘My Mummy says all you need is hope and love.’

‘I wanted a family!’ he cried.

Jean paused in stroking him and thought and thought and thought some more and then wrinkled up her nose with the new thought (and the cold) and said ‘We could be your family! Me and Mummy and Daddy and Nanny and Granfer and Uncle David and…. well there are lots of us but mainly Mummy and Daddy and me!’

Percival sat very still. Jean continued, ‘I wanted a little mouse and you wanted a family!’

He nodded and then asked, ‘Do you like fruit and nuts?’

Jean shook her head but at Percival’s dropping whiskers she said, ‘but Mummy does! I’m sure she’ll share with you’ and she smiled and patted him on the head.

‘Thank you!’ he said

‘I’m Jean!’ said Jean happily.

‘I’m Percival!’ he said, just as the clock struck one in the morning. It was Christmas day and time for bed. Jean held Percival up to Mummy.

‘Look!’ she shouted enthusiastically. Nanny screamed but Mummy picked him up gently. ‘Oh, what a cute little mouse! How ever did you catch him?’ And she put him down on the floor, but Percival didn’t want to be left behind so ran back to the buggy and scrambled up to Jean. Mummy and Daddy looked at each other and then Mummy looked at her friend Clare who sighed, ‘I supposed I can dig out the old hampster cage when we get back’, she said .

‘Thank you!’ said Mummy and Daddy, who then checked that Jean was being gentle enough with the little mouse.

Jean and Percival found that they could only sometimes talk to each other after that night; but that it didn’t much matter, like Mummy not understanding exactly what she was saying all the time. After Christmas they went to stay at another friend’s house in London where percival did not even sleep in his cage but had a home all his own in the store cupboard. The little family stayed there for a long time with Mr Andy whose flat it was; he even cooked meals and things for them and in many ways they were sad to leave when their wish was granted and they once more had a home of their own. It was then they realised that they had never really been without a home, just the building to set the home up in, and Mummy had been right all along; all miracles need is hope and love, and even when hope is hiding, it can always be coaxed out once more by gentle love.

Merry Christmas One and All.

Audio version

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Birthday Time!!!


One year today! One year today!

Wiggly Pets have been around since at least the year 2000 though we’ve kind of been around since the 1990’s. We’re not very good with your human temporality and add in time travel and it all gets a bit loopy!

Anyway to celebrate we have put this PDF together for free down load for the next week :)

Also our humans think we should point out that there are Wiggly Pet adoption schemes at Gloucestershire craft fayres on a regular basis!



We Are Almost 1 yr Old!


Posted by Bob Chief Wiggly Nu.

The Wiggly Pet blog is heading towards it’s first year anniversary and as you can imagine all the wiggly pets are very excited about this!

We’ve been looking back through the archive and have decided to put some of the stories together in a little PDF for down load for you all :)

Also a big thankyou to our human Sarah Snell-Pym who helps us maintain the blog and sometimes has to rescue us from cats or children (human wiggly woos).



The Dandilion Parasol


Dandilion Parasol

After what Alice terms my identifaction feasco last week were I made the innocent and understandable mistake of calling a walnut tree sapling a dandilion, she insisted that we went for a flower survey. The survey had two purposes the first was that Alice had heared that one of the humans had been doing flower surveys for English Nature and thought it would be nice to help and the second was to teach me about floral identification.

So we set off across the great green vastness of the Lawn. Alice had made Buzz and Zack come with us as well – mainly I think so that they could carry the clip boards for recording things. As always Alice had drawn up a search algorhythem so that we could attack the problem in a systamatic way. (She says that she’s still hurt that none of us stuck to them and that the results of the survey will not mean anything as we all just wondered off in random directions).

Anyway amoungst the grass we found sever flowers, some were cream tufty flowers where each petal looked like a little white pod of some sort. These Alice informed me were Clover flowers and could be found in pink and purples too. We looked for the other colours but didn’t really find any. Apparently humans have some funny idea about clover leaves and can sometimes be found spending vast amounts of time looking for one with four leaves instead of three – we haven’t worked out why yet when there is a load of them growing in the flower bed infront of their house :/

We then found these lovely flower with custard yellow middles and lots of thin long white petals. These were again quiet small. These Alice informs me are daisys. Not unlike the Pink Daisy trees we investigated a while back – only small.

Then I found a bright yellow sun on the ground! (Alice says I’m being to discriptive again but that is really what it did look like). This turned out to be a dandilion – it really doesn’t look anything like a walnut tree I have to admit.

Now I wanted to take it back to the house with me but we have been told off before about picking the flowers but then one of the humans told us that dandilions are considered weeds and that we were welcome to as many of them as we wanted.

This cheered us all up as we thought they would make lovely parrasols for the summer! So we picked some there and then.

One of the humans did say that it doesn’t consider the dandilions weeds and if we wanted we should come and see her next week and she’d give us a job to do!

It was all very exciting and informative

Hope to see you all soon

Ted and Alice



The Walnut Tree


Me and Alice were wondering about in front of the house were the humans live when we notice a large black pot had appeared. We decided to investigate it so we went and got our paper clips and wool so that we could scale the sides easily.

Inside the pot was a woody pant with some leaves at the top, me and Alice examined it closely and had a big argument over weather it was a tree. (Alice wants me to point out that she was right and I was most definatly wrong as I thought it was a dandilion – I think that Alice should learn about the concept of humility – she says in that case I need to take the master class – not quiet sure what she means there).

Anyway it turns out to be a Walnut Tree and appearently it is going to get alot bigger – can you believe that it will be many human height tall – this seems incredible to me and Alice but the humans assure us it is so. They got it from a neighbour to plant for their baby (humans call their wiggly woos babies – silly creatures). It is apparently the same age as their young one and they seem very excited by it all.

Apparently it will produce nuts that are almost wiggly pet size! And we can have the shells to make bowls and the like – it all sounds very intreging and we can’t wait to see it grow into a strapping young tree. The humans say this will take along time but they are purely temporial beings which we Wiggly Pets aren’t.

Hope to see you all soon

Ted and Alice

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The Rock Rose


Alice was feeling in a good mood with me so I chanced asking her to help me track down the flame petals of the Legendary Rock Rose (again). She agreed and even helped me pack up the supplies (she says actually she packed all of the supllies and that I didn’t even bother asking her and just assumed she would do it).

Ted and Alice in the Rock Rose

These petals are prized by one of the humans for turning into pictures, apparently they put the petals onto tissue or bloting paper and then sandwitch them in big heavey books to sort of iron them flate – this seems very strange to us Wiggly Pets but being naturally helpful creatures we felt the human needed a bit of cheering up and so set forth to collect as many petals as we could.

The journy was long and arduos (Alice says not it wasn’t and if I did abit more regular exercise I wouldn’t have been panting the whole way – I feel this is exessively cruel of her.) Anyway we found the Rock Rose and it does have the most amazing orange flowers, now one of the humans gets very unhappy about flowers being picked so we had to hunt around on in the jungle of the plant itself to find fallen petals.

There were quiet a few fallen petals but most were shriveled, muddy or torn. After hours of searching (Alice says it was 15 minutes 20 at the most) we had a wodge of petals each. Feeling a sense of achievement we sat down within the shelter of the Rock Rose itself and eat a simple yet satisifing lunch of honey oat cakes, crystalised lemon crumbs and nettle tea. We fashioned tea cups out of rolled up leaves and though the ground was a bit damp it was quiet pleasant.

We made it home with most of the petals in tact (Alice says no we got home with her petals intact as I had dropped mine in a puddle on the gravel river – I would like to point out that at this time of year the Gravel River is prown to floods and I bearly escaped with my life (Alice says – Stop exaggerating – I say Sigh why do I try?).

Anyway the human was very pleased indeed and proceeded to whip them all away into books to be squashed – humans are very strange. Still it does produce some nice pictures with the squashed bits of plant.

Ted and Alice

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A Jungle Adventure


Posted by Nrgleeeeeeflump and WIGGGGNa (or Ted and Alice, as they prefer to be known).

Ted and Alice in the Rock Rose

We decided that it was a nice day to go exploring, so we trundled down to the edge of the jungle. I believe that the humans call it the “rock garden”. First of all, we had to scale a metre-high stone outcrop known as a “wall”. This was very hard work, especially for our little arms. Once at the top, we stopped to rest on some lovely soft knee-high moss. (Alice would just like to point out right now that it can not have possible have been knee-high as we don’t have any knees – I would like to point out that it is a figure of speech and that I don’t want to go exploring with her anymore – she says I’m being childish!)

ANYWAY, we rested on the nice soft moss and boy, were we exhausted! We got a passing human to take this photo of us as Alice had stupidly forgotten the camera (Alice says she would like me to note that I was the one supposed to be doing the packing and therefore any items left behind because she had to save the day by packing in five minutes are entirely my fault – I personally would like it noted that I think this is extremely unfair).

It was lovely and sunny and we thought we’d have a picnic before we moved on, which was nice. We had cheese sandwiches and raspberry cordial and some rather nice mint that we found growing around and about. That lot munched, we decided that it was too near to midday to go traipsing around a jungle and decided it would be better to have a little after-lunch snooze so that our food digested properly.

Of course Alice forgot to set the alarm clock (she says she would like it noted that she would never even pack the alarm clock because it’s about ten times bigger then we are and that would just be stupid – I think she takes far too much notice of physical laws personally). So by the time we awoke it was early evening and far too late to head off into the scary jungle. I mean there could be anything in there! Slugs, bees, cats or maybe even (and this is the scariest bit) a pheasant!

So we gathered up some more mint to give to the guys back home and clambered back down the rock face.

All in all I feel it was a successful, if slightly side tracked, adventure.

Hope to see you all again soon

Ted



Mistaken Identity


Posted by Nrgleeeeeeflump and WIGGGGNa (or Ted and Alice, as they prefer to be known).

The Monster looked harmless

The humans Wiggly Woo (they call it a baby) was sitting in its chair thing at the table when me and Alice decided to go for a stroll over the flat pebbles. Unfortunatly as has happened before the Human Wiggly Woo mistook me for a banana and tried to eat me. How it always does this is a mystery to me as bananas are yellow and I’m bright blue – we are starting to wonder if it is colour blind – an affliction we hear humans can suffer from.

Alice felt this was most remiss of me as the baby might hurt itself on us or swollow our eyes or something like that. She says that’s why the humans only allow us to be adopted by children over 5 yrs old.

But the baby is fine and I’m not! I once again have teeth marks in me. Alice seems to think this is my own fault for getting too close to it. She also blames me for the fact that whilst tyring to rescue me from baby she was caught in its little pudgy fist and also given a server gumming.

And then it struck!

I don’t think we are going to get rid of the smell of milky banana for a long while (Alice says I could just try actually washing – I am hurt by this statement).

Ted and Alice



A Romantic Walk


Me and Alice discovered that humans do this strange thing on the 14th of Feburary every year. They celebrate Valentines day, which appears to be something to do with a dead guy in a prision but we’re not sure.

For some reason to celebrate this they all group together in their coupling pairs and do Romatic things. We hear they do lots of walking and giving cards to each other, sitting down for costly meals and give each other roses and chocolates.

Looking at the word Romantic me and Alice assume that it means you have to go for a walk probably to not get fat from all of the chocolate and to perform antics such as hand stands and the like. Rome – Antics either that or it has something to do with Italy or a river in Essex, not sure which.

Wiggly Pets are keen to understand the human world so that they can help out better, being naturally helpfull creatures, so we decided to take a Romantic walk together. Alice siad that she didn’t want another rose after the travisty I brought home last time which I think was a tad unfair as I had to traverse the Gravel river and get all the way to the Great Gravel sea and back again to get her that bloom (she would like it pointed out that I only did this becuase I had upset her and needed to do something to say sorry).

We decided the humans still had enough chocolate left over form christmas that we could just take some of that rather than finding anything special, so we packed some gold coins and a piece of spagetti and a thimble with a wax seal full of soup and set off.

We got one of the humans to carry us over the gravel river and they even took us across the Great Gravel Sea to the Bed of Bird Tables. Here there were lovely moss lawns for us to stroll over in the sun shine. This appears to be a whole new continent that we will have to explore at some future point.

We sat by a clump of tufty trees with interesting blue canapies and eat our three course meals. One of the humans asked us were we had got the chocolate coin and we explaned we got it out of the cupboard in the kitchen – they seemed a bit miffed and started going on about taking candy from babies (their word for wiggly woos) not really sure what was going on there – humans can be so strange.

They seemed to cheer up when we explained it was a Valentines meal – they pointed out we were a bit early but that there are always stupid rushes to do valentines day stuff on the 14 th so we had probably got it right. They said it was sweet that we used the foil off of the coins for our plates and cups – we agreed and showed them the bowls we had fashioned too.

The evening begain to draw in and they took us back to the house and gave us little hearts that are just the right size for use to hold – they had made these apparently and said we could give them too each other instead of cards.

It was a nice day and Alice only moaned about me three times, in the end we didn’t get anytime for the antics part of the walk which was abit of a relief as I didn’t facy doing cartwheels on a full stomache.

It was an interesting adventure.

Ted and Alice



Butterfly Watching


Posted by Nrgleeeeeeflump and WIGGGGNa (or Ted and Alice, as they prefer to be known).

Alice watching butterflies

Alice wanted me to blog about her highly successful butterfly watching project though she is sad that I took a blury photo of her at her observation point. In my defense I think it shows how thoughtful she is and how serene and beautiful her surroundings are.

Anyway Alice felt that the butterflies needed some close observation and has been taking simply hundreds of photographs of them. I think she is going to be making some album out of them or something – we will have to wait and see.

She says watching the butterflies is so calming that she can almost forget how silly I am! I think shes joking.

Alice has been finding out all sorts of things about butterflies too which I should think we are all going to be subjected too (I’m joking Alice!).

Well that’s it until next week – not very interesting but never mind! (Alice says yes it perishing well is interesting)

Alice via Ted


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