Chapter 7

Pixie Pod was out doing Pixie type things one day, possibly a Grimpday, when he met his good friend Tree Topper Clive. “Oh there you are Pod!”, said the ever jovial squirrel who didn't seem so jovial today, “I need to have a word with you”.

“Hello yourself”, said Pixie Pod, “what is it that needs a word?”

Well word has it, on the nutvine that is, that at least one of the river rats has eaten a meadow mouse and if this trend grows, I have been thinking, the river rats might get bigger, and the meadow mice will be all eaten up. So then there won't be any more meadow mice to eat, and the river rats might try other dinners such as the odd squirrel or somesuch.

That's a big problem indeed, said Pixie Pod, mind you Im sure the meadow mice are more worried that they are all going to get eaten up, than they would be worried about what the river rats are going to munch on after the completed wipe out of meadow mice.

True, said Tree Topper Clive

Shall we go and give out to the river rats, or shall we go and console the meadow mice, asked Pixie Pod of Tree Topper Clive.

I was thinking that myself only I got quite scared of the notion that the river rats might confuse me for a meadow mouse with a bigger tail, and put me in their pie for Grimpday, said the squirrel before continuing, what if I went and consoled the meadow mice and you went to the river rats.

Sounds good to me, said Pixie Pod

So the two set off in opposite directions, Pod off to the forest, where the river was, and Clive off in search of wherever the field mice might be that day, probably hiding.