continuation

Fleur looked around her, she needed to clean out the terracotta flower pot. She spotted a fallen pine branch, went over to it, picked it up and tested it, perfect, it would do very nicely. She headed back to the flower pot and proceeded to de-cobweb it, the branch and Fleur made an excellent team, soon all the cobwebs were gone. The flower pot, however still looked grubby, so Fleur sat down to think how she could get it really clean, when she suddenly remembered her mother, when she was cleaning things she used a thick leaf full of clear sap. Fleur looked around, there just a short way from her was just the plant she needed, she recognised it being used by her mother.

Once she had gathered an armful she returned to the flower pot and set about cleaning it inside, it was very hard work as there was so much ground on dirt, and Fleur was only a tiny pocket mouse. Eventually exhausted she stepped back to admire her work, it just looked so much better, her eyes went to the outside and she decided tomorrow would be soon enough to clean that.  Her immediate concern now was to locate things she would need in her first home.

She recalled having seen some sheep wool caught up in a very brambly bush, she believed it would make the very softest of beds, if she could find something to put it in. She would roll the table and feathers home as well.  Setting off, she found the sheep wool and only just managed to reach it without getting bitten by the brambles, luckily as she tugged it, the only piece she could reach, it dislodged and down came far more than Fleur had realized was there. Picking it up she returned to the table, putting the sheep wool inside it, she then very cleverly remembered the blue stretchy material in her pocket, this she stretched over the the wool around the table rim and secured tightly with the string tail. She picked up the feathers and dropped the pebble in her pocket. Next she flipped the table onto it’s side and slowly pushed against it, to her joy once it started moving it took no effort to continue, just to guide it, so she made her way back to the terracotta flower pot. Once she had stowed these things inside, she thought she would go and have a look around for something suitable as a bed base.