Pickle went with a puppy on his walk among the snow drops this morning. ‘If you touch your nose on the tips of the leaves they are pointy and stiff, this is so they can push through the hard frosted ground’.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PICKLE At long last the day he had been waiting for arrived. Pickle woke early, just as the sun was beginning to peep up from behind Round Top Hill. After the birthday breakfast with his friends it was time to open the presents. “What did you get Pickle?” Barley and Fred leant forward…
Pickle! Why the long face? “Oh, nothing”. Come on, you are not normally one to sit still on such a sunny day. Maybe Pickle thinks we have forgotten his birthday? Well don’t let on just yet but we do have something up our sleeves.
Today we went to the park and the boys lost their ball under a hedge. Look what they came out with. Pickle asked him if he wanted to come on the tram but the hedgehog wasn’t keen. Click on Pickle to commission your own mouse.
Ok , what do we have here Pickle? ” The worry doll was given to me in Peru, the shells from Chile” as Pickle warms to his subject, “the spine is from the time I fought the Great Porcupine of the Andes, and the skull from the underwater village that time forgot.” Barley raising and eyebrow. ”…
Barley : You are going to stay with us a while aren’t you Pickle? Pickle : Oh, yes… for a while, maybe you should come with me next time.
Welcome home Pickle Where on Earth have you been?