Hello little one where might you be heading over this mound this place is full of feasts waiting to be found.

Feasts whatever do you mean? I am heading home towards the trees. Where is home may I ask because you are not jumping very fast. Jumping? That could be a clue and I know I’m not red and furry like you. Do you know what I am?

Why of course little one you eat a fly or two, but be careful there are many animals out there that might eat you.

Oh no this is not good; I must hide among the wood. It is nice to meet you and thank you for the clue, I am pleased I have a fury friend like you. Fresh air and the blue skies above I am enjoying splashing and stomping in the mud.

Well then off I sneak be careful little one, I will leave you be, I’m off to find something for my tea. My nose has a fantastic sense of smell and I live in that hole, I often get a visit from my friend the mole.  Look up Rana and look out for a colourful friend, my whiskers are twitching so our conversation has come to an end.

Written by Janet Fagan
Ensemble Arts