Bertie, Vole and Uncle Ebenezer

It was a bright, sunny day in July. Vole had spent a busy morning cleaning his home deep inside the banks of the stream that ran along the bottom of Bertie’s garden. After all his efforts everywhere sparkled and the fresh new grass on the floor smelled delicious. Vole was satisfied and now that he had finished, he realised he was tired and hungry. It was time for lunch.

There was a last slice of Mama Vole’s jam roly roly left. Roly poly topped with some nuts and cream! Vole’s whiskers twitched in anticipation of the coming feast as he trotted off to his larder. He was looking in his cupboards when he heard a loud knock at his door…