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“Mmmmm… you’re right Tyler, it is delightful.”

“I told you, Freddy.”

Tyler then stuck his head into the jam jar wiggling his beautiful long tail happily as he
enjoyed his treat.

SNAP!!

“OUCH!”
“What’s wrong Tyler?” Freddy asked, confused with the fuss. Tyler looked behind him to

see an upside down sprung mouse trap on the work top.

“What on earth?”

Suddenly the door slung open and there stood the tall farmer with his shot gun.
“Hello vermin! Enjoying ourselves are we?”

“Tyler you said he wouldn’t be home!”

The farmer aimed his gun at Freddy, who stood frozen and terrified. He almost pulled the

trigger before suddenly Tyler leapt onto the farmer’s face, distracting him, while Freddy slipped
quickly through his legs and out the door. Tyler then followed him. They ran as fast as they

could, listening to the gun shots behind them. Suddenly one of the shots fired hit Freddy in the

back left leg, before they both slipped into the safety of the wood where they both stood still,

trying to catch their breath and calm themselves.
“Well… I think we’ll both agree… we won’t be doing that again.”

“No, Freddy, absolutely not.”

The wood around them was suddenly filled with the voice of Milly merry mouse as she

yelled out for her husband.
“Tyler… Tyler! Oh dear, dear… TYLER!”

“I’m here, what are you yelling about?”

“Oh dear… thank goodness, I thought you would be killed by now, I surely did!”

“No, I’m fine.”
Suddenly Milly noticed something terrible about Tyler. “Oh… Tyler where on earth has your

lovely long tail gone?”

Tyler walked around in a circle, looking over his shoulders, but there was no tail. It lay

caught in the sprung mouse trap at the farmhouse. Later they came to my cottage for some tea.
Tyler was in tears most of the evening. I took out the pellets in Freddy’s leg and dressed both his