Picture by Marianne Sopala
“Ho ho ho, my young friends, you do seem to have got yourselves in a bit of a pickle but I think I may be able to help you,” said Maisy the friendly elephant who wasn’t at all frightened of mice and didn’t believe that they could run up your trunk. Even if mice were so small and an elephant’s trunk so big.
“Oh yes, Maisy it would be really lovely if you could help us get our house back down on the ground where it belongs,” shrieked the frightened little mouse family, “But how do you think you will do it?”
“I’ll tell you after you tell me how your little house got up in the tree.”
“Well, last night it was so windy that after we had all gone to bed the wind picked us all up and blew us up here. We didn’t know till Mummy mouse looked out this morning and saw where we were. We’ve been so frightened, waiting for someone to come and help. We’re so glad you came by. Now, how can you help us?”
“Oh, it’s easy she trumpeted in reply, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down.”
When the pen takes control. 
Ha ha, that is precious, great story.
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Your comment rings well with me, ta
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Great last line.
So, you’ve had it windy too? And your story reminds me of the gale in 198* (was it 88, or 87?) when the wind got into my father’s greenhouse and lifted to, carried it over the garden fence to deposit it, the right way up, on our neighbour’s lawn. Not one broken window, no broken hinges, all intact. Also, the tomatoes that had been inside, it were no more. 🙂
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‘T’was 87 when Njord chose to vent his wrath, a few weird things occurred that night but yours is one of the best
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You remember the night. I was oblivious to it. Until my father phoned me in the morning full of concern for me. As now, I lived in Gt Yarmouth. The storm had wrecked countless caravans. Nah, not heard a thing. What storm?
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