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Oh, what a lovely card!
That makes me even more excited about Christmas, if that's possible!
Hello. I'm Frances and I'm opening some Christmas cards.
Let's see who this one's from.
Oh, it's from my auntie, my uncle and their pet rabbits,
Dandelion and Heather.
That reminds me of a story I can tell you.
It's all about a family of rabbits who moved home
just before Christmas. Let me tell you about them.
The story's by Julia Rawlinson and Tiffany Beeke,
and it's called Ferdie's Christmas.
It was an ice bright Christmas Eve, and the sky was a dazzling blue.
Every tree in the wood was frost-sprinkled and sparkling,
and frozen puddles creaked and crackled under Ferdie's paws.
He padded down the burrow bank where the rabbits used to live,
and bounced over the fallen tree that blocked their old front door.
And stopped. And looked. And had a terrible thought,
"How was Father Christmas going to find the rabbits' new home?"
Ferdie shivered as a chill wind sliced through the wood,
rattling the bare branches.
He thought about how sad he would feel if he had to leave his den.
He thought about
how the rabbits would feel if Father Christmas did not come.
And then he thought about...arrows!
Ferdie began to scrunch around, collecting sticks from
the frosty ground, making a trail of arrows leading to the new burrow.
"What are you doing?" asked Squirrel,
looking down from the branches.
"Making a trail to the rabbits' new burrow for Father Christmas,"
"Otherwise they might not get their presents," gulped Squirrel.
And he scampered down to help Ferdie collect more sticks.
Soon, a flock of birds had gathered in the tree tops,
their feathers fluffed, to see what was going on.
"We're making a trail to the rabbits' new burrow," said Ferdie.
"For Father Christmas," added Squirrel.
"We'll help you!" chirped the birds.
The trail passed between bare trees and crossed the tinkling,
ice-rimmed stream, as the sun began to set, turning a dazzling gold.
Ferdie and Squirrel shivered with cold, and hurried up the little hill
to where the mice were draping their nest with holly and ivy leaves.
"What are you doing?" asked the mice.
"We're making a trail," said Ferdie.
"To the rabbits' new burrow," added Squirrel.
"For Father Christmas," added the birds.
"You'd better hurry," said the mice. "It's getting late. We'll help you."
So Ferdie, Squirrel, the birds and the mice finished the trail
to the rabbits' new home,
which was sweet with the smell of blackberry pie. Cosy and warm.
They gathered round the crackling fire,
thawing out their icy noses, nibbling pieces of pie
and singing Christmas songs.
And while Squirrel put on a juggling show with holly, berries
and mistletoe, outside in the shivery darkness, it began to snow.
Fat, white flakes tumbled softly from a heavy sky.
They landed, light and whisper-quiet, on the frozen ground.
And when Ferdie went to the burrow door to go home for the night,
the snow was soft and deep and white,
and all the arrows had gone!
"Oh, no!" cried Ferdie, blinking back tears.
"What will happen to your presents now?
"Father Christmas will never be able to find your home!"
Ferdie stared out into the darkness,
imagining Father Christmas lost in the snow.
"I know!" he said, gathering his friends.
"If we stay awake tonight when Father Christmas visits our homes,
"we can tell him where he needs to go!"
The animals said goodnight to each other,
and hurried off through the snow-muffled wood.
Ferdie snuggled down in his warm, soft bed
to keep watch for Father Christmas.
But curled in the cosy hollow of an oak tree, Squirrel began to snore!
High in the snowy branches of a fir tree, the birds began to doze.
In their toasty warm nest, the mice dreamt of ribbon-wrapped berries.
And in his snug little bed, Ferdie's...eyes...closed.
So when Father Christmas came to call, everyone was fast asleep!
And next morning, when Ferdie rushed to the rabbits' burrow...
Father Christmas had found them after all!
"I'm sorry, I went to sleep!" puffed Ferdie.
"But I've brought you a Christmas rose."
"And we've brought nuts!" panted Squirrel,
pulling the mice through the snow.
"And we've brought berries," sang the birds,
spiralling in the snow-bright sky.
"And best of all, you've brought yourselves.
"There's room in the burrow for everyone!"
"Happy Christmas!" cried the rabbits,
and they welcomed their friends
into the berry-bright warmth of their home.
That story was called Ferdie's Christmas.
Ooh, I feel all warm and cosy after that story, do you?
And I'm really glad Father Christmas found the rabbits' new home.
But it's time for you to go to bed, and for me to say goodnight.
Have sweet dreams, and I'll see you soon for another story. Night-night.
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