Medal Mayhem
“He spends every Sunday afternoon out there, tending to his little vegetable patch and pruning his rose bushes. I’ve even heard him talking to them, when he thinks no one is listening. And I suppose it must have an effect because those roses are the tastiest I’ve ever nibbled on. Not that I’d ever tell him that, of course.
So when Calvin Cross looked around the garden with a disappointed air, EE’s mood got even worse.
“There’s not as much room as I’d like,” Calvin said to the film crew. ...“But at least we can use that sandpit if we move it to the bottom of the path.”
“It’s always been big enough before,” EE muttered, glaring at Calvin. “She’s only a rabbit.”
Mrs Wilson elbowed her way past the sound man to stand a teensy bit too close to Calvin.
“Can I get you a drink, Calvin?” she asked in a breathy voice. “Or a little snack?”
I frowned.MoreLess
So when Calvin Cross looked around the garden with a disappointed air, EE’s mood got even worse.
“There’s not as much room as I’d like,” Calvin said to the film crew. ...“But at least we can use that sandpit if we move it to the bottom of the path.”
“It’s always been big enough before,” EE muttered, glaring at Calvin. “She’s only a rabbit.”
Mrs Wilson elbowed her way past the sound man to stand a teensy bit too close to Calvin.
“Can I get you a drink, Calvin?” she asked in a breathy voice. “Or a little snack?”
I frowned.MoreLess
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