Sugar Mouse Goodness

Oh buckets full of chocolate mice! Something so wonderfully wonderful happened to me the other day.

Andrew and Sharon who are my very very good friends and ardent followers of my blog, came round to see me the other day. Annoyingly, Mummy and Daddy took over and started behaving as though Andrew and Sharon were there to see them. I really didn’t get a hoot in edgeways which was terribly frustrating. But guess what, oh guess what! Andrew brought a special gift – just for me! Not for Mummy or Daddy or Oxford or Odeletta. It was all for ME!

It was A SUGAR MOUSE! A great big one. I was so hootless with excitability. I really did feel so very very happy that I nearly burst the seams of my tummy with bubbles of joyfulness because I had never ever expected that being famous like this would mean that people would come and visit me with gifts. I think I must be the very first person ever in the whole wide world to have been given a gift wrapped sugar mouse in admiration. You just don’t hear of that sort of thing happening in the famous world do you? Jewellery and flowers maybe. But gift wrapped sugar mice! No way!

Oh! I am so very very excited to be sitting down with my plate full of sugar mouse goodness. I expect it will be oh so yummy.

Except for the tail that is. I expect that will taste quite stringy.

Oh the humiliation of it all!

 

Mummy is taking this book writing thing too far.

Yes I know I need her help with the book I’m writing.

Yes I know that Mummy is the one who takes the photos for the book.

Yes I know that if it wasn’t for Mummy I wouldn’t be looked after and fed cucumber sandwiches.

But honestly. Sticking a needle, and threading cotton through my head and dangling me from the ceiling so that she can take a photo of me is just not on. Not for a bathful of melted chocolate mice is it on.

And do you know what happened next? Do you know what happened next? She was just about to take a photo of me when her phone rang and she disappeared leaving me dangling from the ceiling. Mr Smiley Face Sunshine tried to be helpful he really did. He suggested that I take the opportunity to practice flying, so I flapped my wings so very very hard but that just made me spin around and around and around really really fast until I was so very very dizzy.

I was so very completely filled up with the angers. And I could do nothing. Absolutely nothing. I cried out to Oxford for help and told him in no uncertain terms that the way I was being treated was unacceptable for an owl of my status and that Mummy needed to take some lessons from Judith Kerr who never treated Mog this way.

And do you know what Oxford said! Do you know what he said? He said “No, little Octavia, you are absolutely right. She didn't hang Mog from string, but she did kill her off!”

OH!