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| The Harvest Mouse - a short story for younger children | |
| By 1211kellie | ||||||
| 18 May 2008 | ||||||
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Short story derived from poem of same name, any comments good or bad much
appreciated. 
Roger was a very small and charming harvest mouse. He lived in a little house that was lined with the softest thistledown and hung suspended within a field of corn. He had many friends that lived here also, and often you would find them frolicking or sharing picnics of sumptuous berries, insects and seeds. All in all he was extremely happy here. One day, when the sun was rising in the morning sky, he heard a distant noise and the ground beneath him began to tremble. He shivered in fear and proceeded to poke his little nose outside the door, for approaching fast was a monstrous machine with teeth of gleaming steel. It puffed and squealed, lashing wildly and spewing grain as it ate the corn beneath it. Poor Roger was now so scared that he leapt down to the ground and moving with such alarming speed, he charged through an opening at the edge of the field and sat with a pounding heart behind a horse chestnut tree. This heaving giant gyrated relentlessly all day long, eating the corn with such amazing speed, that soon the field was quite empty. Then very slowly peace and quiet started to descend once more and little Roger crept out from his hiding place and darted swiftly for the safety of his home. But sadly he saw that the field was now empty. There were no tall golden stalks of corn swaying in the breeze; his home also was no more. Roger was quite a resourceful chap and wasn’t unduly worried. He would just have to move and find another home to build. So off he went and soon he found a hedgerow that was laden with glorious rosehips and it was perfect as a second home. He then set to and built his bed so that he could sleep safe and snug. That night, as the moon shone down, Roger fondly thought of all his friends. He knew that they were still close by and tomorrow morning they would once more frolic in the summer sun.
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