Well, Oi didn't fancy walking all the way back to The Boy's College. As Moi close friends will know, Oi am not built for long distance trundlin'.
So Oi decided that Oi must raise some money. Oi was just cogitating on how to do this, when along came a shifty looking man in a furry hat with a strange guitar case. He looked at me and said "The squirrels of winter have left for the coast". "Weird" Oi thought, but thought it's polite to answer a stranger, and so Oi said back to him "Yes, and Cyril's gone off to the park with his mates". The man looked at me strange, and then shrugged, gave me the guitar case and ran off. What an odd man Oi thought, and then had a brain wave. Oi'm a musical mole, Oi could busk for a few pounds! Oi opened the case and found the strangest looking instrument Oi'd ever seen. It was triangular, but best of all it had exactly the right number of strings for a Mole - three! Oi picked it up and started to play. It must have been sweet music because almost immediately a man came over and offered me a fiver if Oi would play in Cowley. The strange thing was that he said he lived in Abingdon. He'd never hear me from there silly man!
After a few minutes, Oi'd earned enough to get Moiself a taxi home, and packed away the Balalaika (that's what somebody said it was) in its case. Oi hailed a cab, and told the driver to take me home by the quickest route, stopping only at the fudge shop for a little treat. We set off and Oi was enjoying the view out of the windows when Oi became sure that we were being followed. Strange - who'd want to follow a Mole and his mysterious Russian folk instrument?
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