Timmy and Tommy were out having fun At Popsicorn Bog, where the water mill runs. Their friends were there with them, just playing around Looking for pebbles that lay on the ground. ‘I’ve found a good one,’ said Reggie the Rat, Showing Cyril the Squirrel. ‘It’s round and it’s flat.’
Timmy and Tommy Mouse said with a grin, ‘Come on then Reggie, let’s all see it skim.’ Reggie bent down and with a sharp eye, And a flick of his wrist, he let the stone fly. They all held their breath as they waited to see It bounce on the water, one two…and three!
The four friends were laughing, and jumping around When Cyril said, ‘Shush! Can you all hear that sound?’ They stood there and listened, then heard a soft cry, They looked at each other, it sounded nearby. ‘I think it is coming from under that bush,’ Said Cyril the Squirrel, again saying, ‘Shush!’
The friends tiptoed over and standing close by, They waited, then heard it, ‘twas such a sad cry. Tommy went closer and whispered, ‘Hello… Are you alright? We would all like to know.’ A pair of large eyes on the tiniest face, Peeped out of the bush, looking quite out of place.
Tommy moved back, as he wasn’t quite sure What to make of this creature he’d not seen before. It was ever so furry, with a brown and white back, A tummy all white and a tail coloured black. ‘What are you?’ asked Tommy, trying hard to pretend That he wasn’t scared, standing there with his friends.
‘Don’t get too close! I think it’s a cat! And they don’t like mice!’ cried Reggie the Rat. The kitten sat down and started to cry, ‘I’m only a kitten, so I don’t know why You’re frightened of me, I’m lost and alone. I just want my mummy to take me back home!’
Timmy walked over, now feeling ashamed And asked of the kitten, ‘What is your name?’ ‘My name is Mitsie, and I’ve lost my mum, We were playing a game; I thought it was fun. But now I can’t find her, what will I do?’ The others came over, then Tommy did too.
‘We’ll help you to find her,’ said Reggie the Rat, Feeling quite brave, while he stood at the back. Then Cyril the Squirrel had a brilliant idea, ‘Now all gather round, as I want you to hear! If I climb a tree, I can have a look round Much further than standing down here on the ground
Cyril the Squirrel, climbed high up the tree, The higher he went, the further he’d see. Reaching the top, he looked all around Searching and searching all over the ground. He looked to the left; he looked to the right, But Mitsie’s mummy was nowhere in sight!
Cyril climbed down, his face looking glum, And said, ‘Sorry,’ to Mitsie, ‘I can’t see your mum. I think she is hidden by all the green leaves That have covered the branches on all of the trees. We will have to start looking down here on the ground, And we’ll carry on looking till your Mummy is found.’
Off they all went, and at Reggie’s request, Mitsie went first, and they all thought it best. ‘There might be a chance your mum is quite near. If you can shout loud, she might possibly hear.’ So it was agreed, and when Mitsie called out, All were surprised at how loud she could shout!
They hadn’t gone far, when they heard a loud call, And Mitsie turned round and said to them all, ‘That was my mum, she’s not far away.’ And Reggie then said, ‘I don’t think we should stay.’ Mitsie said, ‘Thank you,’ and gave them a kiss. And they all knew that this was one kitten they’d miss!
reprinted from HEDGEROW CAPERS copyright 2012 by Sandra Stoner Mitchell