'Cheer up, cheer up!'

WHEN LUCY MOUSE

reached the bank where Mr and Mrs Nibble lived 

with their three children,

all she could see was snow.

No front doors, no little windows - just snow.

'Oh dear,' she thought. 'My poor friends!' and she called very loudly:

'Cheer up, cheer up! We've come to dig you out!'

Actually we barely had enough snow to reach a mouse's kneecap

so we certainly didn't have to dig anyone out,

but I did have the chance to rescue someone 

with a polystyrene box of provisions.

We had an erroneous frozen goose delivery, five days too early

and nowhere to store it until Christmas Day.

Providentially the company had been unable to meet the demand for geese  

and one of their disappointed customers,

 lived just round the corner.

'HOW VERY VERY 
kind of you to  come and help us,' said Mr Nibble.
'and how very, very good of you
to bring us food.
We're very hungry.
Please come in and share it with us.'