Blossom watched as Malevant closed in, turned to face them, and paused.
‘‘And don’t give me any more lies. Your mummies aren’t waiting anywhere nearby.” Suddenly Malevant lunged, swiping at Blossom with one paw .
Keeping to the fence where the grass was long, they hurried from fence post to fence post. Finally, they came to the farmyard and they slipped back under the gate. They halted for a moment, listening and watching the sky.
Blossom sat up, listening. his ears moving to catch any sound over the night noises.
The air above him moved. Wings flapped close to his ears and he flattened his body to the ground.
Shortly after, they came to a little tunnel dug into the back of the garden; an old, open water drain leading underneath the stone wall into the farmyard. A round loose rock lay against one side of the wall. Blossom ducked his head and followed Apollo into the tunnel.
A quiet knocking noise made him pause. It was coming from outside his window. “Psst!” Blossom almost jumped out of his skin. “Psst!” came the sound again, a little louder. Blossom, are you awake?” Blossom hopped over to his window. “He’s asleep, stupid.” “No he isn’t.” “Yes he is.” “It doesn’t matter, just wake him up.” “I’m trying.” “Who’s there?” squeaked Blossom. Four furry faces with big bright eyes and long ears appeared at his window. “It’s Bandit. This is Snoop and Bram and Apollo… we’re your cousins. We live down… Read More
“When will our yard be ready?” Blossom asked…
It was almost the middle of the week and their new house hadn’t been touched for days.
“Mr Meurs is a busy farmer,” repeated Agatha, for the tenth time that day. “He can’t drop everything just to finish our house.”
Blossom pushed his nose against the wire.
Mrs Meurs manages the Meadowbrook bank. She lives with her husband and their two children Archie and Ella on Lavender Farm.
Ella lives on Lavender Farm with her mum and dad and Archie her older brother. She loves Agatha and Blossom and all the other animals.
Celyn Tegid is the wise and mystical hare. He is known only in legend as one who long ago learnt the ancient and sacred lore at Myrddin’s feet.
Blessed be the children of the valley of Gwy,
Their roots lie strong and deep in the earth,