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Rowan making his boat

Rowan making his boat
Look at all the wood shavings!


Hello, let me introduce myself, I'm Fergus Mouse and I am going to tell you a story. Since I am the oldest mouse I know all the stories there are to know about my friends the other mice.

The Tale of Rowan and his boat: part 1
(Click here for part 2)

I'm going to tell you George Mouse's favourite story, the one his father Parsley used to tell George and his sisters when they were little mice, just before they went to sleep in their beds in the Tree house. Rowan used to sit down on Campanula's bed, close his eyes, and begin... and this is what he said..

'Once upon a time I lived high in the mountains of Wales, near a gigantic waterfall. It thundered and foamed as it cascaded down from a great rocky height, through an archway and down into a deep pool near my hut. The pool bubbled into a fast flowing stream.

I was all alone, and every night as I fell asleep I used to dream of building a boat of my own, so that I could follow the rushing water along the stream as far as it went. First I built a little raft using twigs, bound together with grass rope that I had plaited but it got caught in the flow of the current and was carried away before I could catch it. I realized I'd have to build a big strong boat with oars, if I wanted to make a long, long journey. So I collected as much wood as I could and dried it in the sun during the day and stored it beside my hut at night to weather it.

I made tools from little pieces of slate and chips of granite which I found by the waterfall, so that I could cut up the wooden branches and shape them into a frame and boards for my boat.
In those days I used to eat wild garlic and berries which I found on the banks of the stream. I hadn't met your mother yet, and I worked on the boat all day.

I used to make a little fire outside my hut at night, and I slept with pieces of wood all around me. I carved the oars for the boat by using my best granite knife whilst I sat by the fire after supper. I got quite excited as the boat took shape and it seemed that my dream would come true at last. . . what would I find when I set off down the stream?..'

If you'd like to know what happened to Rowan next, come back and visit me soon again and I'll tell you. Goodbye for now, hope to see you soon!

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