A new home

Just as things seemed to be getting totally out of hand with the shrews, Jenny Donkey came to the rescue. It could have been even better too, but she had to be "sensible". Bo Urr.

What happened was that Jenny talked to some of the local squirrels one afternoon when the boy was out, and they told her about a place that sounded just right for the shrews. It's called the Botanical Gardens, and it's full of greenery and better still, the glasshouses are all heated, so that the little ones would be fine. Well, we smuggled all the shrews out of the Boy's room (Oi don't think he ever noticed them) and marched in a small, but quite long crocodile formation all the way down to the Gardens. On the way there, Oi had moi brainwave. If people pays to get into places loike that, how much more would they pay to see shrews that Oi have trained at great personal expense to do tricks like forming shrew pyramids?

Unfortunately, no sooner had Oi got a sign made up, and some attractive pink tickets to sell, than Jenny came along and nuzzled me out of the door, saying "I don't think that is a very good idea, do you, Mole dear?" Well, Oi tried saying "Yes, Oi does actually" but you know how determined (read "stubborn") a donkey can be, and I had to leave them there.

Oi suppose it was all for the best in the end. We had to find somewhere for they shrews, as the end of term is fast approaching, and we couldn't leave them on their own all through the holidays. And Oi knows where to find them if Oi needs them again for one of moi master plans!