Granny's tale (2)

Granny's tale (2)

Stephen, Stanley, and Susan sat on a mound of grass.

Simon lay against the toadstool.
"I’ll listen from here," he yawned.

Granny smiled.
She knew he’d fall asleep, but the others would listen.

"A long time ago, when I was a wee mouse like you all are, I was living way up in the highlands of Scotland. It was very cold."

"Was there snow, Granny?" Susan asked.

"It snowed all the time, but it was so windy that most of the snow blew across the land and didn’t stick to the ground."

Susan shivered and Granny continued.

"One morning I woke up and it was so cold that icicles were hanging from my mouse hole.
I was wondering if I was going to get any cheese that day.
Usually when it was a cold morning like that, Angus would stay near the house so he could drink his milk before it froze into a solid block."

"Did his tongue freeze in the milk?" Stephen asked.

Susan and Stanley giggled.

"That would be funny," Stanley laughed.

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