Amongst The Socks
It was a bright sunny morning in make-believe
forest in the heart of Yorkshire. The sun came up and reflected
off the dew glistening and dripping from the leaves all around.
In the forest the animals of this magical land
were stirring for another fine day of running around and prancing
through the glades. For one of these animals, Terence the squirrel,
this would be day slightly like no other he ever remembered.
The day started well for Terence as he awoke
and settled down to his breakfast of acorn soup and nut cordial.
However something dark and menacing was lurking and watching his
As he gulped back the last of the delicious nut
cordial he overheard a rustling in the bushes behind him. As he
turned the bushes parted and a large white wolf leapt from the undergrowth,
teeth sparkling in the sunlight, and with a flash Terence turned
He ran as fast as he could but the wolf was still
on his trail. He ran so hard he thought his little squirrel lungs
were about to burst. Thoughts of how he could survive this ordeal
entered his head as his cheeks puffed and he started to lose energy.
Then as if by magic a clearing appeared in the
forest that he’d never seen before and there in the middle
was a tramp who was fast asleep. He had with him his swag bag with
all his belongings and so Terence climbed inside IN AMONGST THE
SOCKS. He was just in the nick of time as the wolf ripped the poor
unfortunate tramp to bits right before his eyes as he peered out
from the bundle of smelly socks.
Terence thought how lucky he was that he had
stumbled on this piece of luck there in amongst the socks he drifted
off into a deep sleep, safe in the knowledge no-one could harm him
back to competition