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Story time episode 2

    ‘Well, we are all packed and ready to go?’
    ‘Do you have the tickets, Weasel?’
    ‘Yes, here they are. Two first class cabins on the Silver Star Liner.’
    ‘Let’s go Stoat!’
    ‘Yes, let’s go!’
    Weasel locks the front door and they walk across the field with their cases. Suddenly, Fox appears round a tree.
    ‘Oh! Oh! What is this I see?’
    ‘Hello Fox,’ says Stoat.
    ‘Good morning Fox,’ Weasel says. ‘It is a fine morning, isn’t it?’
    ‘Why yes, it is,’ Fox agrees. We have had no snow yet and the winds are not so strong.’
    ‘Perhaps we shall have a mild winter this year, Fox.’
    ‘I do hope so, Weasel, because my house has no door.’
    ‘No door!’ Stoat exclaimed.
    ‘No, it was removed by farmer Jake. He wants to get rid of me. I don’t know where to go. If I stay here this winter I will be so cold and miserable.’
    ‘That is terrible,’ Weasel said, sympathetically.
    ‘You seem to be going away,’ Fox said, pointing to their cases.’
    ‘Yes.’ Stoat said.
    ‘Who is looking after your houses?’
    ‘Why, no one,’ said Weasel. ‘We never worry about farmer Jake or squatters. Our houses are locked up and barred.’
    ‘What am I going to do! Oh! What am I going to do?’
    Fox wept some crocodile tears and looked very miserable.
    ‘Foxy, don’t take on so,’ said Weasel.
    Fox cried some more crocodile tears.
    ‘I get so lonely in the wood. I am all alone in the world!’
    Saying this he broke out into sobs and more crocodile tears.
    ‘What is to be done?’ whispered Stoat to Weasel.
    ‘We can’t let him stay in our houses, Stoaty. If farmer Jake found out he would be furious. He might even knock our houses down.’
    ‘Oh do let me tag along with you. I won’t be one bit of trouble. You are the only friends I have.’
    ‘But we are going abroad, Fox.’
    ‘Abroad?’
    ‘Yes away from everything and everywhere. We are going across the sea to London.’
    Fox opened his eyes wide.
    ‘Away from everything and everywhere?’
    ‘That’s right, Fox,’ Stoat said.
    ‘I would really like to come with you? I do so want to get away from everything and everywhere.’
    ‘The ship sails in an hour, Fox. You need to buy a ticket’
    ‘Oh dear! Then there is not enough time to go back home and get my money. Can you lend me some Weasel?’
    ‘Sorry Fox, I don’t have enough to lend you and go on holiday.’
    Fox cried some more crocodile tears and sobbed even louder then before.
    ‘Can you lend me some money, Stoat? he pleaded.
    ‘Me? No I can’t lend you any money, Fox.’
    Fox stopped shedding any more crocodile tears. His face brightened up.
    He said, ‘At least I must come on board and see you off. I will miss you both so much.’
    ‘Why thank you Fox. Yes you can come on board. We will say goodbye on board. I hope that when we return you will be safe and well.’, said Weasel.
    ‘Perhaps next year I can come with you, if I live that long.’ His face grew gloomy again and he sighed and sighed, and blew his nose on his coat sleeve.’
    ‘Oh dear Weasel,’ Stoat whispered. What bad habits Fox has.’
    ‘I know. I would hate him to come with us at any time. He would show us up,’ Weasel whispered.
    They came to the port entrance and purchased a boarding ticket for Fox who had no money at all and climbed the gangway to the ship. The ship was so big and gleamed with new paint. An officer met them on deck and showed them to their first class cabin.
    Fox followed them. He was so envious. He so longed to sail with Weasel and Fox over the sea.
    ‘Isn’t this grand!’ exclaimed Stoat.
    ‘It is, it is,’ Weasel replied.
    ‘But,’ asked Stoat where is Fox?
    ‘He was following us. He must have changed his mind and gone back home,’ Weasel said.
    ‘He was breaking his heart, wasn’t he?’ Stoat said.
    ‘I don’t know, Stoaty. Fox is such a good actor, I don’t know when to believe or not believe him.’
    ‘I know, he is so crafty.’