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Oh, what a lovely card! | 0:37:08 | 0:37:10 | |
That makes me even more excited about Christmas, if that's possible! | 0:37:10 | 0:37:16 | |
Hello. I'm Frances and I'm opening some Christmas cards. | 0:37:16 | 0:37:20 | |
Let's see who this one's from. | 0:37:20 | 0:37:24 | |
Oh, it's from my auntie, my uncle and their pet rabbits, | 0:37:24 | 0:37:28 | |
Dandelion and Heather. | 0:37:28 | 0:37:30 | |
That reminds me of a story I can tell you. | 0:37:31 | 0:37:35 | |
It's all about a family of rabbits who moved home | 0:37:35 | 0:37:38 | |
just before Christmas. Let me tell you about them. | 0:37:38 | 0:37:41 | |
The story's by Julia Rawlinson and Tiffany Beeke, | 0:37:41 | 0:37:45 | |
and it's called Ferdie's Christmas. | 0:37:45 | 0:37:48 | |
It was an ice bright Christmas Eve, and the sky was a dazzling blue. | 0:37:50 | 0:37:56 | |
Every tree in the wood was frost-sprinkled and sparkling, | 0:37:56 | 0:38:00 | |
and frozen puddles creaked and crackled under Ferdie's paws. | 0:38:00 | 0:38:05 | |
He padded down the burrow bank where the rabbits used to live, | 0:38:05 | 0:38:09 | |
and bounced over the fallen tree that blocked their old front door. | 0:38:09 | 0:38:14 | |
And stopped. And looked. And had a terrible thought, | 0:38:14 | 0:38:18 | |
"How was Father Christmas going to find the rabbits' new home?" | 0:38:18 | 0:38:22 | |
Ferdie shivered as a chill wind sliced through the wood, | 0:38:22 | 0:38:27 | |
rattling the bare branches. | 0:38:27 | 0:38:29 | |
He thought about how sad he would feel if he had to leave his den. | 0:38:29 | 0:38:34 | |
He thought about | 0:38:34 | 0:38:36 | |
how the rabbits would feel if Father Christmas did not come. | 0:38:36 | 0:38:40 | |
And then he thought about...arrows! | 0:38:40 | 0:38:44 | |
Ferdie began to scrunch around, collecting sticks from | 0:38:44 | 0:38:48 | |
the frosty ground, making a trail of arrows leading to the new burrow. | 0:38:48 | 0:38:54 | |
"What are you doing?" asked Squirrel, | 0:38:54 | 0:38:57 | |
looking down from the branches. | 0:38:57 | 0:38:59 | |
"Making a trail to the rabbits' new burrow for Father Christmas," | 0:38:59 | 0:39:04 | |
said Ferdie. | 0:39:04 | 0:39:05 | |
"Otherwise they might not get their presents," gulped Squirrel. | 0:39:05 | 0:39:10 | |
And he scampered down to help Ferdie collect more sticks. | 0:39:10 | 0:39:14 | |
Soon, a flock of birds had gathered in the tree tops, | 0:39:14 | 0:39:17 | |
their feathers fluffed, to see what was going on. | 0:39:17 | 0:39:21 | |
"We're making a trail to the rabbits' new burrow," said Ferdie. | 0:39:21 | 0:39:26 | |
"For Father Christmas," added Squirrel. | 0:39:26 | 0:39:29 | |
"We'll help you!" chirped the birds. | 0:39:29 | 0:39:32 | |
The trail passed between bare trees and crossed the tinkling, | 0:39:32 | 0:39:36 | |
ice-rimmed stream, as the sun began to set, turning a dazzling gold. | 0:39:36 | 0:39:43 | |
Ferdie and Squirrel shivered with cold, and hurried up the little hill | 0:39:43 | 0:39:49 | |
to where the mice were draping their nest with holly and ivy leaves. | 0:39:49 | 0:39:54 | |
"What are you doing?" asked the mice. | 0:39:54 | 0:39:57 | |
"We're making a trail," said Ferdie. | 0:39:57 | 0:40:00 | |
"To the rabbits' new burrow," added Squirrel. | 0:40:00 | 0:40:03 | |
"For Father Christmas," added the birds. | 0:40:03 | 0:40:06 | |
"You'd better hurry," said the mice. "It's getting late. We'll help you." | 0:40:06 | 0:40:11 | |
So Ferdie, Squirrel, the birds and the mice finished the trail | 0:40:11 | 0:40:15 | |
to the rabbits' new home, | 0:40:15 | 0:40:17 | |
which was sweet with the smell of blackberry pie. Cosy and warm. | 0:40:17 | 0:40:23 | |
They gathered round the crackling fire, | 0:40:23 | 0:40:26 | |
thawing out their icy noses, nibbling pieces of pie | 0:40:26 | 0:40:31 | |
and singing Christmas songs. | 0:40:31 | 0:40:35 | |
And while Squirrel put on a juggling show with holly, berries | 0:40:35 | 0:40:40 | |
and mistletoe, outside in the shivery darkness, it began to snow. | 0:40:40 | 0:40:47 | |
Fat, white flakes tumbled softly from a heavy sky. | 0:40:48 | 0:40:53 | |
They landed, light and whisper-quiet, on the frozen ground. | 0:40:53 | 0:40:59 | |
And when Ferdie went to the burrow door to go home for the night, | 0:40:59 | 0:41:04 | |
the snow was soft and deep and white, | 0:41:04 | 0:41:09 | |
and all the arrows had gone! | 0:41:09 | 0:41:12 | |
"Oh, no!" cried Ferdie, blinking back tears. | 0:41:12 | 0:41:16 | |
"What will happen to your presents now? | 0:41:16 | 0:41:20 | |
"Father Christmas will never be able to find your home!" | 0:41:20 | 0:41:24 | |
Ferdie stared out into the darkness, | 0:41:24 | 0:41:27 | |
imagining Father Christmas lost in the snow. | 0:41:27 | 0:41:30 | |
"I know!" he said, gathering his friends. | 0:41:30 | 0:41:34 | |
"If we stay awake tonight when Father Christmas visits our homes, | 0:41:34 | 0:41:38 | |
"we can tell him where he needs to go!" | 0:41:38 | 0:41:40 | |
The animals said goodnight to each other, | 0:41:40 | 0:41:43 | |
and hurried off through the snow-muffled wood. | 0:41:43 | 0:41:47 | |
Ferdie snuggled down in his warm, soft bed | 0:41:47 | 0:41:51 | |
to keep watch for Father Christmas. | 0:41:51 | 0:41:53 | |
But curled in the cosy hollow of an oak tree, Squirrel began to snore! | 0:41:53 | 0:42:00 | |
High in the snowy branches of a fir tree, the birds began to doze. | 0:42:00 | 0:42:08 | |
In their toasty warm nest, the mice dreamt of ribbon-wrapped berries. | 0:42:08 | 0:42:15 | |
And in his snug little bed, Ferdie's...eyes...closed. | 0:42:15 | 0:42:24 | |
So when Father Christmas came to call, everyone was fast asleep! | 0:42:24 | 0:42:30 | |
And next morning, when Ferdie rushed to the rabbits' burrow... | 0:42:30 | 0:42:35 | |
Father Christmas had found them after all! | 0:42:35 | 0:42:38 | |
"I'm sorry, I went to sleep!" puffed Ferdie. | 0:42:38 | 0:42:42 | |
"But I've brought you a Christmas rose." | 0:42:42 | 0:42:45 | |
"And we've brought nuts!" panted Squirrel, | 0:42:45 | 0:42:47 | |
pulling the mice through the snow. | 0:42:47 | 0:42:50 | |
"And we've brought berries," sang the birds, | 0:42:50 | 0:42:53 | |
spiralling in the snow-bright sky. | 0:42:53 | 0:42:57 | |
"And best of all, you've brought yourselves. | 0:42:57 | 0:43:01 | |
"There's room in the burrow for everyone!" | 0:43:01 | 0:43:06 | |
"Happy Christmas!" cried the rabbits, | 0:43:06 | 0:43:09 | |
and they welcomed their friends | 0:43:09 | 0:43:11 | |
into the berry-bright warmth of their home. | 0:43:11 | 0:43:14 | |
That story was called Ferdie's Christmas. | 0:43:14 | 0:43:18 | |
Ooh, I feel all warm and cosy after that story, do you? | 0:43:18 | 0:43:22 | |
And I'm really glad Father Christmas found the rabbits' new home. | 0:43:22 | 0:43:27 | |
But it's time for you to go to bed, and for me to say goodnight. | 0:43:27 | 0:43:31 | |
Have sweet dreams, and I'll see you soon for another story. Night-night. | 0:43:31 | 0:43:38 | |
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd | 0:43:38 | 0:43:42 | |
E-mail [email protected] | 0:43:42 | 0:43:45 |