Oh We Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside – The Finale!

Following a particularly vigorous and rumbustious game of Pirates, peace and tranquility has returned to our holiday idyll.

Although with a certain young lady in attendance, albeit briefly.

 

Oh yes, this all looks very pleasant. I particularly like Marigold’s new bikini. Very fetching indeed.

 

Enough of all this indolence. It’s high time to resume my salad snacking.

 

Waaaah Mummmmmy! No salad!!!!

I’m sure I left my tasty pignic around here somewhere

 

I did, I did, I DID! It was right HERE.

 

Right – you pesky mousie types. WHERE’S MY SALAD?????

 

No one plays fast and loose with my grub without there being major repercussions.

Best talk fast, Mousies, the tide is coming in.

 

Whaddya mean – cruelty to Mousies?!

Do you really think Sir Plantagenet Big Mouse would let them come to any harm?!

 

Oh, I ate it all up did I? I knew that. I was just, err, just checking.

Ahhhmmm – moving swiftly on . . .

 

Wow Buster – you’ve found a lovely cool rock pool. That does look very inviting.

 

Hummph – Mummy usually gives me a helping hand in these tricky getting in to water situations.

 

Buster – you should be looking away when a Lady is getting in to her bath, don’t you know.

 

Gently does it. Smashing!

 

There we are – nothing to it. What was all that fuss about?

 

I hope I don’t have to have a nail trim too!

 

Muuuuuummmmmy – get me out of here NOW – I need a wee!

 

Just time for a vigorous rub down.

What’s that awful noise? Oh NO – The Rev Mr Bear is having a sing song.

 

That was fun. Time for another relax.

 

What’s that Angela ‘Fairy’ Mouse? You want a memento of our super Holiday.

 

Well here’s a perfect way to remember our perfect holiday.

Everyone say ‘SALAD’!

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Oh, We Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside – Episode 2

Meanwhile – back at the beach.

 

SQUEAK – Sssssh, keep the noise down chaps and chapesses. We don’t want to rouse the ‘sleeping beauty’ from her slumbers just yet, do we?

 

Asleep? Moi? Oh no . . . I was just resting my eyes a bit.

 

Now where was I? Oh yes, time for some organised Fairy-Fun and games.

 

The Rev Mr Bear wins the ‘Deckchair sitting-on’ competition with another personal best.

 

Well, that’s enough ‘fun and games’ malarkey for the moment – it’s time for a huge slap-up pignic. Hope it’s not sand-wiches!

 

‘Tis a well known fact . . . munch . . . that food tastes even better when . . . chomp . . . eaten out of doors.

 

Hummmph – just a moment, is this all there is? I thought Mummy was joking when she mentioned the ‘diet’ word. Looks like a case of Salad Distribution Malfunction to me.

 

Goodness that was close – watch-out for low flying seagulls everyone!

 

Excuse me Primrose ma’am - you couldn’t send one of your flunky type mousies to the nearest ‘All things Bright & Munchable’ Food Emporium for a hearty top-up or two could you?

 

The main problem with all this jolly holiday spirit is that people loose all their inhibitions and begin to act out of character. Not that you would notice any differences in Monty and Minty, hehe!

 

Marigold!!!!! Put the Rev Mr Bear’s sherry down. Oh you already have!

 

Right, that’s it! Time for a little ‘Life on the Ocean Wave’ type activity to take everyone’s mind off the Sherry.

 

Yes Sir, I do appreciate that it might be a little futile in the Rev Mr Bear’s case.

 

Luckily his recovery rate is very rapid these days.

 

Woo Hoo – ‘We are sailing. We are sailing . . .’

 

. . . and the winner of the ‘Most Mousies crammed into a boat Award’ goes to . . .

 

MEEEEE! Well, who do you think stuffed them all in there?

 

Budge-up Marigold – time to play Pirates.

Avast m’hearties, shivver m’timbers, standby to board and other swashbuckling type utterances.

 

SQUEAK – while Fairy tries to make Marigold walk the plank – we’re taking Mr Bear to the Sherry Shop for a swift top-up.

 

Episode 3, The Finale, is HERE!

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Oh, We Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside!

SQUEEK – Oh this is the life. A holiday by the sea. Peace, perfect peace. Nothing to do but relax, lots of lovely sun and no one to boss us about. What could possibly disturb this idyllic tranquillity?

 

Yoo hooooo – Mousies, don’t panic, your beloved Fairy is here.

This looks just the spot to li-lo for a while.

 

SQUEAK – Oh well, it was good while it lasted. They do say ‘Life’s a Beach’!

Looks like our holiday just started to get ‘interesting’.

 

What’s all this then? Oh no, no, no. We can’t have itsy bitsy little undersized sand pies cluttering-up the beach now can we?

 

Right, everyone pay attention and everything. There has been far too much slacking going on.

 

And, more importantly, it has come to my notice that the sand pies on this here beach are far too small.

If we are going to win the inaugural Fairy’s Biggest Sand Castle on the Beach competition, there will need to be some changes.

 

SQUEAK – well this one looks plenty big enough to me – I can hardly see over it.

 

SQUEAK – resistance is futile!

When Fairy has a ‘Big Idea”, it’s a lot quicker and certainly an awful lot quieter, just to let her get on with it.

 

Hummmph – very artistic, but we need it to be much, much, MUCH bigger!

 

Goodness, that was quick. Better, but still not quite the ticket.

 

Oh I see the problem here. You can’t reach up any higher.

 

Well luckily for you, Sir Plantagenet Big-Mouse is here to lend his mighty paw.

 

Oh I do hope he gets a move on – it must be nearly snack time.

 

Finished? Brilliant! About time too.

 

It was lucky I had arranged for Sir Plantagenet Big-Mouse and Primrose to show you the way.

And now it’s time for the grand prize giving ceremony.

 

Ahem – it gives one great pleasure to declare ME the winner of the highly prestigious Fairy’s . . .

 

Ooooh – what’s this bit for?

 

Obviously I really do know of course – just checking that you are on the ball young Buster m’lad.

 

Ah yes – clearly, it is a super duper, 5 star luxury extra-cosy beach apartment Sand Castle for entertaining A-List celebrities.

 

You can all carry on doing whatever I might require you to be doing – and be quick about it.

 

I’ll just rest my eyes for a few min . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

SQUEAK – phew, that worked jolly well. Let’s enjoy a bit of peace, while it lasts.

Give us a kiss!

Don’t miss ‘Oh, We Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside, Episode 2

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Fairy Plans Her Hols!

Well, what do we have here then?

It appears to be my very own Piglet-sized Mum and Dad lolling about on the beach with the infamous Great, Great Auntie Mavis pawed with her bucket and spade.

Looks like fun!

It reminds me it’s time yours truly (that’s ME) should decide where to take my yearly sabbatical.

Coincidentally, a great dollop of Holiday Magazines just happened to plop through my post box this very morning!

It’s enough to give you a headache sorting through this little lot.

Copter-Carriers, Cavy-Camp, The Fairy-Ferry, Boat Trips with On Board Salads, MWA – Pigs Might Fly!

What a lot of choices!

DAD?! Jolly well get over here and give me a hand, can you? A nice, scrtichy hand, please.

Oh-HO! I am tempted by the apres ski salad, and that super-speedy-ski-pig looks just like our Marigold. They must be very strong skis!

It’s all very well but won’t I get lost in all that snow, being so white and snowflaky myself?

Besides all that, I fancy something a bit sunnier.

No, no, no . . . that Ski-Wheek is no good at all!

Cavy-Camp! It’s got the sun, sea and sand, but what’s all this PICK YOUR OWN nonsense? When I am on my hols I expect to be waited on paw and foot (just like being at home then).

What does it say, ‘with free creche for your humans’? No thank you, my humans won’t be accompanying me, cramping my style and probably getting in the way. NO! No good!

Now then, Salad Patch Tours looks promising.

The Pig-Bus with Comfort Assured – well, that little piggy on the brochure looks very comforted I must say.

It’s all very well, but it’s only got ONE TITCHY STAR.

No! It isn’t any good either!

Hold your piggies a pop-corning minute, what’s this one?

Lazy Ways Holidays . . . this could be just the thing.

It says here that Mices Come FREE, Dad!

What do you reckon?

And look here, there’s FREE deckchair hire too.

Well, you really can’t go wrong, can you?

Book us in for a wheek!

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