A Kind of Magic - by Mrs Burrows
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This is a story about friendship and magic. Magic isn’t only for wizards and magicians you know, magic is inside each and every one of us, as Brie Truckle is about to discover…
Brie is a wonderfully plump brown mouse with small black eyes and an ever twitching soft pink nose. Her nose is by far the most active part of Brie’s body, you see for a mouse, she is somewhat slow of movement. |
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“I’ll be there now, when I get there,” is often heard throughout Whispering Wood, in reply to her best friend’s exasperated cries of “Brie, Brie, I’m in the middle of the Slumber, sitting on a stone, all alone. Where the Dickens are you?”
The mouse often found sitting on a stone in the Slumber, waiting for Brie, is Leicester, Leicester Pickles. He and Brie are lifelong pals and get along a treat. Leicester can hurry Brie along and she can slow him down. He is a long thin mouse with wiry fur as black as burnt toast, who seldom keeps still. He scampers and scuttles about, always busy, always one step ahead, except when he’s sitting waiting for Brie, on a stone, in the Slumber.
The mouse often found sitting on a stone in the Slumber, waiting for Brie, is Leicester, Leicester Pickles. He and Brie are lifelong pals and get along a treat. Leicester can hurry Brie along and she can slow him down. He is a long thin mouse with wiry fur as black as burnt toast, who seldom keeps still. He scampers and scuttles about, always busy, always one step ahead, except when he’s sitting waiting for Brie, on a stone, in the Slumber.