It's storytime on the blog..... enjoy...
Looking through the trees I can spot a small girl, she’s skipping and singing too. The basket in her arms looks full, maybe there is food in there? She looks a happy child, one of those well fed, rosy cheeked sorts. The singing is nice, it’s soothing my aching head.
The loud grumble of my stomach reminds me how long it’s been since I’ve eaten.
Life here used to be good, yes prince of the forest that was me! Then they started cutting down the trees, people moved in and now I my once shiny coat is scarce, bald bits litter my back and the once sharp glint in my eyes is all but gone.
You see once the trees are cut away my tasty morsels also leave the forest, like the squirrel family from the proud oak tree down the path, they kept breeding each year and springtime would be like a fast food restaurant amongst the weighted branches.
I’m now forced to live on a less nutrient rich fast food diet. I pull dis-guarded McDonalds from dustbins with lids weighted down with bricks, as if that would stop me? And on Saturday nights I can lie in wait by The Kebab Stop, where I risk being seen by humans as I leap from shadow to shadow hoping to gain the prize, a half eaten kebab, no chilli sauce if possible…
“Grandma, Grandma!!!!!” the child’s voice snaps me back into reality and back to my quest, I need proper food. As this adorable child dressed in red skips ever closer to the little forest house, I sneak round and in through the back door, now what can I do with this helpless old lady………….
