Logan's Adventures

Logan's Adventure

In a field under a large willow tree lived a family of field mice. Their names were - Mrs. Mouse, Mr. Mouse, Sophie and Logan. They were a normal little mouse family except for Logan's dreams to fly.

'Logan, my silly little son,' said Mrs. Mouse during spring morning breakfast, 'no more jumping from high rocks; you will hurt yourself and damage your paws.' Logan pretended not to hear his mother as he filled his cheeks with sunflower seeds.

'Your mother is right, son,' said Mr Mouse, 'you are a mouse and you will never be able to fly; take your sister to the canal and deliver these seeds to Mrs. Duck.' Mrs Duck was Logan's God Mother and had been part of their family for many years.

Sophie took her coat and filled the pockets with seeds for Mrs. Duck. Then Logan and Sophie set off out of the willow tree and towards the canal. It was a beautiful spring day and the birds were singing merrily in the trees above. Sophie skipped happily along the trail like a good little mouse: but Logan, who was never one to take orders from his parents, disobeyed his mother and jumped from rock to rock.

High above the two little mice, flew Vincent the Sparrowhawk. He circled high above Sophie and Logan in search of prey to feed his family. 'Sophie look at that! Isn't it wonderful!' said Logan. Sophie looked at Vincent and shivered.

'Logan, he could be dangerous,' said Sophie, 'we must hurry to Mrs. Duck.' They both scurried down the trail as fast as their little legs could take them. On the arch of their backs their fur shone a golden red against the sunshine.

'Hello children,' said Mrs. Duck, 'what a pleasure to see you here on this fine day; what brings you here?' Mrs. Duck waddled out of the canal to greet the two little mice. Her feathers were a beautiful blue/green colour and her beak bright yellow.

Logan stared at Mrs. Duck's brown wings and back up at Vincent. Then he looked at his sister's small wingless body and thought his father was correct. He would never be able to fly.

'Father has sent us with some seeds for you and the ducklings,' Sophie explained.

'How wonderful!' said Mrs. Duck. Sophie placed the seeds on a dry stone and watched as all of Mrs. Duck's children glided over to gobble up their lunch. 'They seem most pleased, little Sophie. Please thank your parents; they are most kind to us.'

As Sophie and Logan head back to their willow tree something strange happened. Vincent swooped down and scared the little mice. They ran, skipped and jumped to avoid Vincent the Sparrowhawk from taking them.

Sophie was terrified and her little paws hurt; she darted between grass blades and large rocks to avoid Vincent from following her. Logan was scared; he thought if only he could fly then maybe he could save his sister; unfortunately Logan was too busy watching his sister so he did not see a rock and bumped his head.

Sophie was long out of sight when Logan gained consciousness, for the poor little mouse had knocked himself out running into the rock. Logan was still dizzy from the bump and could not walk straight; still he thought he could fly and pulled himself up onto a rock; he jumped, little did he know that the rock was at the edge of a steep hill.

He rolled and rolled down the hill, hitting stones and twigs and snails as he went. Logan was petrified that the rolling would never end. Clumps of fur were being pulled out by nettles and thorns. Oh heavens when will it end!

Then with a crash and a bang Logan had finally stopped rolling. He was upside down against a fence panel; he had rolled to a farmer's field where sheep and cattle were kept. His body was battered and bruised; he ached from head to tail and was too weak to move. He soon fell asleep.