Ahhh, This is 'ee loife!

Things were looking pretty drastic for a few moments, Oi can tell 'ee. How was Oi supposed to know that rafts are supposed to be tied together? Oi mean, why can't the twigs just sort of float in formation? Anyway, they don't and Oi soon found my beautiful velvet fur looking very bedraggled. It could have got much worse if it hadn't been for a funny sort of flat boat comeing along in the nick of time. It was being poled along by a smart young lad in a blazer and straw boater. But none of that mattered, because Oi was spotted by the passenger in the boat who said something approximately like "Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelookatthe littlemoleohisn'thegorgeouscanIkeephimIwillstrokehimandpethimandcallhimGeorge" etc etc etc. Well it was a bit embarrassing, but any punt in a storm as us seafaring molers say. So Oi just snuggled up, said "Love 'ee" and soaked up the adulation all the way to the punting station.

That's where moi problems started again - Oi said goodbye to moi rescuers and trundled off into the street, only to find that Oi was further away from the Boy's college than ever!

Mole meets Vole

Oi 'm not ashamed to admit that Oi felt just a little bit apprehensive when Oi found moiself on the wrong side of the river. But Oi am not known as the indomitable mole for nothing. Oi girded up me loins and set to thinking about how to get across. Oi thought of tunneling of course, but it would mean going down a long way to avoid the risk of extremely damp fur occurring. Oi was deep in thought when Oi heard a loud squeak behind me. Turning around Oi saw a round furry face with small ears and neat whiskers. For the first time (in this story anyway) Mole had met Vole!

Vincent (for that was his name) was a most helpful rodent, and offered to help me build a raft. With his sharp teeth, he was able to nibble through some nice twigs and I arranged them together in a raft shape. Vincent muttered something about going and finding some nice reeds to tie the twigs together, but I was in too much of a hurry to wait for mere decoration like that.

It may have been a mistake in retrospect. After only a few moment the raft showed an alarming tendency towards floating off in all directions at once. It looked like Captain Mole was going to go down with his ship - maiden voyage and all! (And no Kate Winslet to cry over me either).

A Nice River Cruise

Oi wandered around the Park for quite a while without seeing any familiar landmarks. Eventually Oi ended up by a big round pond, and sat down to try to think what to do next. Oi must have been rather tired, because Oi dropped off to sleep. Oi was awakened by the feeling of somebody pecking my bottom! Oi opened moi eyes to see that Oi was surrounded by a horde of ducks, all demanding bread. Things looked bad for a moment until Oi recognised an old friend, Dave the Dissertation Duck. He was able to explain that Oi am a friend of the Boy, who apparently frequently comes to feed them. so everything was fine then and they offered to give me a ride on the River. This was great fun, and Oi rode up and down for ages, waving to lesser animals on the river banks. After ages, the ducks dropped me off on the bank and wandered off to blag some nice rustic wholemeal off a bunch of students. Oi left 'em to it, as Oi've already discovered that students, although they have many disgusting things in their pockets, never have worms. It was just as the last duck disappeared round the corner that I discovered an alarming fact - they had dropped me off on the wrong bank! Oi was even further away from home and safety!

What Mole did next

Oi expects you've all been wondering what the UK's favourite mole has been up to for the last four weeks. Well, oi've been having adventures. Oi've been so busy, in fact that oi haven't had toime to use Googlemole to send moi news to Bobby so as he can update moi blog. Anyway, Oi can put that roight now, and Oi shall be bringing you up to date with my exciting and perilous goings on.

It started after we'd been back in Oxford for about a week. After oi'd put in some serious sleeping for a while, Oi started to get a bit bored with the same old surroundings. So one day, Oi stowed away in the Boy's back pack to check out where he goes every morning. It turned out, that after a short walk (with the boy's long legs anyroad) we went into a big building where everybody sits quietly and listens to some bloke talking about numbers. Since very few of them were "3", Oi got bored, and wondered off for an explore. Oi trundled down some stairs and was examining some oitems in a glass case when Oi turned around and came face to face with the biggest dinosaur Oi've ever met! Oi'd always assumed that they were all the size of Steg - not much bigger than Oi, and quite friendly. Well this 'un wasn't! He was huge and hungry looking, so Oi turned tail and ran for moi loife! (Oi'd just loike to point out that Oi weren't frightened - just being cautious).

When Oi finally stopped running, Oi found moiself in the middle of a large open space, all grass and trees. Very pleasant in it's own way, and ripe for digging, but the problem was, Oi didn't have a clue which way to get back to the Boy's college. What was to become of a poor Mole now?