Snow fell silently outside the small woodland hut in the depths of Mossflower wood. Inside, a merry little fire was burning in the hearth, warming the little cottage and its inhabitants.
"Muvva, you said you gonna tell me story!" Cried the tiny mousebabe as he clambered up on to his mother's lap.
"Well so I did! Let's see now, what would you like to hear about?" she replied, with a hint of laughter in her voice.
"Gweat gwamfada Matin! Gweat gwamfada Matin!" he yelled excitedly.
"Well then, great grandfather Martin it is. Perhaps you would like to hear about him and your grandmother Springtime?"
The baby mouse began nodding so hard his head looked about ready to fall off!
"Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya but don makin' me do dis no moa or my head gonna fall off!"
The mousewife laughed merrily. "Alright, come, sit on my lap here and I'll tell you the story..."
"Muvva, you said you gonna tell me story!" Cried the tiny mousebabe as he clambered up on to his mother's lap.
"Well so I did! Let's see now, what would you like to hear about?" she replied, with a hint of laughter in her voice.
"Gweat gwamfada Matin! Gweat gwamfada Matin!" he yelled excitedly.
"Well then, great grandfather Martin it is. Perhaps you would like to hear about him and your grandmother Springtime?"
The baby mouse began nodding so hard his head looked about ready to fall off!
"Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya but don makin' me do dis no moa or my head gonna fall off!"
The mousewife laughed merrily. "Alright, come, sit on my lap here and I'll tell you the story..."
