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The orchestra mice played happily on their tiny violins, which they had had restrung by

Susie spider earlier that morning. As the six male mice voice choir sang a perfect harmony, the

sound they all created together was just perfect. Soon it was midnight at the ball and the mice
all jumped around and celebrated cheerfully. Shortly after they all headed their separate ways

home. Of course, Milly and Tyler came to my cottage to tell us everything before they went

home, and all Tyler seemed to do was complain about the fact there was no jam.
“No jam, Miss Grasie… not one single spoonful of strawberry jam insight… not one!” He was

not impressed. You see, like Freddy fox Tyler had a terrible sweet tooth and loved the sticky and

sweet taste of jam very much. Unfortunately out of all the wonderful foods Benny badger

made, he never once made strawberry jam and so Tyler ever hardly got to taste any.
He did, however, know where he could find some. Just outside the wood, in a small

farmhouse, lived a farmer called Franky. He had no children and lived alone, and made jam - not

just any old jam, but strawberry, Tyler’s favourite.

“Mmmm… fresh strawberry jam,” Tyler said as he woke the next morning, he licked his tiny
lips as he thought of it. He then threw of his handkerchief blanket as he climbed out of his

comfortable straw bed, opened his wardrobe and quickly chose a blue button up jumper and a

red scarf dressing himself in a hurry, he then rushed through the long narrow corridors towards

the living room, as the excitement built up inside him.