Maman says dat sumtimes when fings jus "Ged to be too much" id it good for her to tell us a stowy. An wif Luckie goin wiffa Black Rabbit so sudden, an me bein sik, anna Mom-mom being berry sik, anna Lad habbin to hab his knee fixted, an hoomins bein just pwain stoopid at Dadda's werk, anna Bun Room geddin swichted aroun, Maman figgers dat we all needa stowy. (She's feelin preddy helpwess just now.)
So she came in dis mawnin, an opined Babby's gate, an Hunny's gate, an Missy an Beebe an Clover's gates an sat wif her back to my gate so I culd snuffle her an so she was sorta facin Mouse an she tawked to alla us togedder. About Inkwand where she used to lib ab where Dadda libbed.
"There issa pwace," She sed, "Where there are mornings like this, where it rains just at night. And then the sun wakes up, lifts its eyelids and then the mists begin to roll away from the hills. And you wake up in your warm bed, and stretch, and know it's time to get up. So you bumble into the kitchen and make the coffee while you're still half asleep, and it's a little chilly, but not unkindly so, and while the coffee is dripping through, you go around and open all the windows, to let the night air out and invite the day-light in. And every window is like a surprise! You pull back the curtains, and there are bright colours, all fresh and washed by the rain.
"Open the front window and there's the street with its dark grey cobbles, and the house across the way with warm yellow stone, just steaming and soaking up the sun. And you can wave to Hilary who is pulling back her curtains, too. And you laugh because you're both wearing bathrobes.
"Then the next window is inna lounge and you pull that curtain back and there's the wide view to the end of the lane - all green with humps and vales where the beck dips down, and every inch is dotted with sheep. And when you open that window, you can hear da widdle babby voices of the little lambs coming in on the cold air, callin for their mawmies.
"And you lift your eyes over those hillocks and it looks like you can see forever over those hills, all way to where the trees appear like misty grey paint brushes scratching fint tinges of colour against the translucent sky.
"Then the next window is deep, narrow one by the fireplace that looks towards the sun just rising over Waddow's Mound. Waddow's Mound is actually an Eighth Century tomb, but it looks like a big pile of grass-covered dirt with flowers growing on it. And there are bunnies living there! Wots ob bunnies! The whole face of Waddow's Hill is just covered with holes and outside of each hole, there's at least one rabbit sitting in the sun, or hopping aournd, looking for the tastiest flower to eat. And I can open the window and call to them, and they don't care! And every day, I toss out some of Poppy's feed for them, and some carrot cuttings from the pub, and some hay, because although they're all fat and happy and undistrubed, it's always nice to have a little more.
And the bunnies watch Maman. And strong wind blows down from Waddow's Hill an on days when Farmer Dayson spreads pooties, it stinks, Maman says, but in a good country way. An Maman always leebs dat winder opin, she says.
An if da wind off Waddow's Hill is rilly cowd, she pokes atta fire wiffa pokey fing an puts black rocks onnit.
An den dere issa nudder small winder ober where her 'cellow is and she opins dat. Dere are roses unner it an sumtimes bees. An Maman allus tells da bees dat dey can stay inna roses bud nod come inside. An dat corner is sheltered by da corner obba garage so dat da wind don bwow dere.
Den she goes an opins da bafroom winder to wet da wind oud. An outside ob dat winder issa garden gate, all bwown and made ob wood, anna garden wall dat is berry high an made of yellow stone. Oud dere issa forecourt where Jack keeps da wheelbarrow anna cuttings anna liddle glass house what has gwape leebs innit, anna organe butt to catch rain wadder to pud onna geraniums dat is in stone pots out frunt.
Den she opens da winders in her office dat oberwook da garden inna back. Sumtimes she stands an wooks atta "chain tree". It's all gold wif chains ob fwowers. To da left ob it is Waddow's Hill an more sheeps. To da right dere are pine trees anna pwace where Shelia, her wandwandy says are da fairies atta end obba garden.
Den Maman geds da coffee and puts it onna tray obbered inna clof. She geds a sugar basin anna milk jug, an she wets oud her bunny, Poppy in her harness, an dey go to see Mrs. Shelia. An den Hilary comes ober an dey hab coffee inna garden, siddin on hard wooden benches inna back garden, An Poppy eats da clober. An Hilary bwings toast.
An whenna church bells rings "half-sebben" Shelia says it's time to ged up an ged moobin. Cos it's a scandle dat dey are wearin dere baf-robes.
Anna sun is high inna sky an dere is no mist, an you kin heer da rumbled obba big tractors going oud toda fields.
An ennyway, Jack an Theresa will be alwong soon to stawt doin fings. An Jack hassa widdle dog named "Jack"...
But dat's anudder stowy, Maman sed. So I will hab to wait to dear id.