Upon being encouraged to go upstairs for his nap today, Felix espied a little creature crawling along the hall by the kitchen and sat down next to it. ‘Bussydah!’ he exclaimed with a big smile, using the name he applies to every insect. ‘Yes, Felix! That’s called a woodlouse. It’s probably hungry and wants some lunch’, I suggested. ‘Kitchen!’ he said triumphantly and pointed the way for the hapless thing.
He then looked up at the draining board and noticed his Thomas the Tank Engine bowl. With a worried expression he said, ‘Tommy...?’. ‘Don’t worry’, I assured him, ‘I don’t think woodlice like to eat out of Thomas bowls. He’ll leave it well alone, I’m sure’. He nodded and, with a look of satisfaction, got up and started to climb the stairs to bed.
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