Sunday 5 April 2015

The Day After

He just stared in despair. There was mess everywhere, litter, food and God knows what else. It would be him who would have to clear it up again, he would have to make sure the area was fit for today's visitors, ramblers and explorers.'If you go down to the woods,' he thought again.

He didn't mind them coming down to the woods, he just hated the fact that they couldn't be bothered to clear up after themselves. As he looked round he could see the tell tale signs of bread crusts covered with honey, marmalade and fur. He sighed again, he just hated this day, really hated the day, hated the day after the Teddy Bears had their picnic. 


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