“There…” she said with Freddie poised on the end of her trunk. “Now off you go into the apple tree.”
She let Freddie go, the bubble went POP and Freddie sighed in relief as a consequence.
Elsie smiled and settled back down on her swing again. “It has to be said,” she said as she swung back and forth, “there are no flies on me!”
And looking at the size of those big waggy ears, there were never likely to be!
BoodleBobs children’s bedtime story, Morris written & narrated by Jo Kemp