laugh at life with gillie

Life's diary, last page, old age, pains rage. Been there, wiser; a sage? “Not your day”, what they say. My day? I had many a day; worked hard, played hard, long time in graveyard. When young, handsome. Got noticed, flung dung from tongue. Now old, loose skin round chin, and most everything. NOT! Good looking; now listening. Watery red eyes, seen it all, blue and dark sky's. LISTEN! Compassion, Observation, Consultation, Association. Any Age, Any Nation, One Race, Human! Keep pace.

            Chapter One             One warm summer evening in the olden days all was peaceful at Barnfield by the Beck.  Bramble the field mouse had taken advantage of the warm long day to repair the thatch of his straw round house where he lived with his wife Whibsey.             He was weaving the very last straw into place when a shrill scream filled the air and all the other animals darted into their homes.  Bramble slid down from the top of his house and into the door that Whibsey was holding open for him; because she knew from past experience what had happened; she wanted her husband safely indoors as soon as possible.             Bramble slammed the door behind himself.             ‘We will have to do somethi...