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Once upon a time in a cozy little burrow, nestled beneath a grand old oak tree, lived two tiny mice named Tinker and Tulip. Tulip was a sweet mouse, with soft pink fur and Tinker was a cheerful white mouse, with a tuft on his head and a twinkle in his eye. They were the best of friends and loved to go on adventures together. One sunny morning Tulip woke up with a bright idea, "Tinker!" she squeaked excitedly. "Let's go to Thimbledon today. I've heard it's the most wonderful place, where the animals are sleepy forest play a game called tennis." They learnt it from the humans, and the spectators eat strawberries and cream. Pink his eyes sparkled with delight, "That sounds like a marvellous plan, Tulip. Let's pack a window and head off right away." The two mice hurriedly gathered their favourite snacks, a piece of cheese, a few sunflower seeds and a crumb of bread. They laid them on a polka dot handkerchief and scooped them up in the fabric, tying the bundle to the end of a stick. Then they set off on their grand adventure, scurrying through fields of tall grass and dodging under bushes until they reached the bustling grounds of Thimbledon. The sight before them was magical, the stadium was huge and shaped like a shiny silver thimble. The grass cores were bright green and all the animals in sight were dressed in white watching as practicing players hit fuzzy yellow balls back and forth with great skill. Tulip and Tinker found a cozy spot near the edge of one of the courts, where they could watch the game. They'd already nibbled their snacks up on their journey. "Are you peckish?" Tinker asked, Tulip nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "Yes, and look over there, Tinker, strawberries and cream." She pointed to a nearby table, piled high with the most delicious looking strawberries they'd ever seen, topped with dollops of creamy goodness. Carefully, the two mice scurried over to the table, they squeaked their order at the kind badger serving the treats, and he piled perfect red strawberries and a fluffy swirl of sweet cream onto a plate. They dunked the sweet berries into the cream and took little mousey bites. "Oh, Tinker, this is the best thing I've ever tasted," Tulip squeaked her whiskers twitching. Tinker took a big bite and closed his eyes in bliss, "I agree," Tulip. It's like a little taste of heaven. As they enjoyed their strawberry feast, they heard the crowd cheering and clapping. The tennis players were on the court, warming up. It was time for their man, and the atmosphere was full of excitement. Today's contestants were none other than Bramble the squirrel and Puddle the hedgehog. The stadium was a buzz with excitement as the animals took their seats. Birds perched on branches, rabbits sat on soft patches of grass, and butterflies fluttered above. The tennis net was made of fine spider silk, and the court was a smooth patch of grass. Bramble the squirrel bounced onto the court, her fluffy tail twitching with energy. She was known for her quick movements and incredible agility. Her opponent Puddle waddled in slowly, spine, shiny, but with a cheerful smile. Puddle wasn't fast, but he had a special nap for hitting the ball just right every single time. "Let the match begin," chirped the bluebell referee, perched high on a nearby branch. Bramble served first, leaping into the air and striking the ball with a swift swing of his tiny paw. The ball sailed over the net, zooming towards Puddle. The crowd watched with baited breath as Puddle waddled into position, his eyes focused on the ball. With a gentle but precise tap, he sent the ball back over the net. Bramble darted to the side, catching the ball just before it hit the ground. She followed it back with a quick flick, making the ball soar high. Harry, with his calm and steady pace, positioned himself perfectly and returned the ball once more. Back and forth they went, Bramble dashing and darting, making impressive leaps and bounds. Harry waddled from side to side, each movement slow but deliberate, never missing a shot. The animals cheered and clapped their paws, thrilled by the unique styles of both players. "Go Bramble, go!" shouted a group of chipmunks, impressed by Bramble's speed. "You can do it, Puddle!" cheered the hedgehogs, proud of Puddle's precision. As the match continued, Bramble tried all sorts of clever moves. She leapt into the air, she sent the ball spinning, and she even did a backward flip to surprise Puddle, but no matter what, Puddle hit the ball every time. Finally, Bramble decided to try a super high shot. She leapt up, swinging with all her might, and sent the ball soaring into the sky. It looked like it was going to be impossible to reach, but Puddle, with determination in his eyes, waddled as fast as he could and, at the last moment, stretched out his little paw with a soft but firm tap, he sent the ball sailing back over the net. The crowd erupted in cheers, amazed by both of their skills. Bramble landed gracefully and clapped her paws, admiring her friend's talent. The match looked like it would end in a tie, but at the last minute, Bramble won by a whisker. They shook paws at the net, happy to have played such a fun and friendly game. "Well played, Puddle," Bramble said, her tail flicking with excitement. "Thank you, Bramble," Puddle replied, his smile as bright as ever. You were amazing. Tinker and Tulep clapped their paws. What a wonderful game! As the sun set over the meadow, the two little mice celebrated with the rest of the animals and, of course, more strawberries and cream. As they took a sleepy walk back to their cozy burrow, they held pause and chatted about the match, already looking forward to next year's game. Once upon a time in a cozy little burrow, nestled beneath a grand old oak tree, lived two tiny mice named Tinker and Tulep. Tulep was a sweet mouse with soft pink fur, and Tinker was a cheerful white mouse with a tuft on his head and a twinkle in his eye. They were the best of friends and loved to go on adventures together. One sunny morning, Tulep woke up with a bright idea. "Tinker," she squeaked excitedly. "Let's go to Thimbleden today. I've heard it's the most wonderful place where the animals are sleepy forest play a game called tennis." They learnt it from the humans, and the spectators eat strawberries and cream. Tinker's eyes sparkled with delight. That sounds like a marvellous plan, Tulep. "Let's pack a bindle and head off right away." The two mice hurriedly gathered their favorite snacks, a piece of cheese, a few sunflower seeds and a crumb of bread. They laid them on a polka dot handkerchief and scooped them up in the fabric, tying the bundle to the end of a stick. Then, they set off on their grand adventure, scurrying through fields of tall grass and dodging under bushes until they reached the bustling grounds of Thimbleden. The site before them was magical. The stadium was huge and shaped like a shiny silver thimble. The grass cords were bright green and all the animals in sight were dressed in white watching as practicing players hit fuzzy yellow balls back and forth with great skill. Tulep and Tinker found a cozy spot near the edge of one of the courts where they could watch the game. They'd already nibbled their snacks up on their journey. "Are you peckish?" Tinker asked, Tulep nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "Yes, and look over there, Tinker, strawberries and cream." She pointed to a nearby table, piled high with the most delicious looking strawberries they'd ever seen, topped with dollops of creamy goodness. Carefully, the two mice scurried over to the table. They squeaked their order at the kind badger serving the treats and he piled perfect red strawberries and a fluffy swirl of sweet cream onto a plate. They dunked the sweet berries into the cream and took little mousey bites. "Oh, Tinker, this is the best thing I've ever tasted," Tulep squeaked her whiskers twitching. Tinker took a big bite and closed his eyes in bliss. "I agree," Tulep. It's like a little taste of heaven. As they enjoyed their strawberry feast, they heard the crowd cheering and clapping. The tennis players were on the court warming up. It was time for their man and the atmosphere was full of excitement. Today's contestants were none other than bramble the squirrel and puddle the hedgehog. The stadium was a buzz with excitement as the animals took their seats. Birds perched on branches, rabbits sat on soft patches of grass and butterflies fluttered above. The tennis net was made of fine spider silk and the court was a smooth patch of grass. Bramble the squirrel bounced onto the court, her fluffy tail twitching with energy. She was known for her quick movements and incredible agility. Her opponent, Puddle, waddled in slowly, spine's shiny, but with a cheerful smile. Puddle wasn't fast, but he had a special knack for hitting the ball just right every single time. "Let the match begin," chirped the bluebell referee, perched high on a nearby branch. Bramble served first, leaping into the air and striking the ball with a swift swing of his tiny paw. The ball sailed over the net, zooming towards Puddle. The crowd watched with baited breath as Puddle waddled into position, his eyes focused on the ball. With a gentle but precise tap, he sent the ball back over the net. Bramble darted to the side, catching the ball just before it hit the ground. She volleyed it back with a quick flick, making the ball soar high. Harry, with his calm and steady pace, positioned himself perfectly and returned the ball once more. Back and forth they went, Bramble dashing and darting, making impressive leaps and bounds. Harry waddled from side to side, each movement slow but deliberate, never missing a shot. The animals cheered and clapped their paws, thrilled by the unique styles of both players. "Go, Bramble, go!" shouted a group of chipmunks, impressed by Bramble's speed. "You can do it, Puddle!" cheered the hedgehogs, proud of Puddle's precision. As the match continued, Bramble tried all sorts of clever moves. She leapt into the air. She sent the ball spinning, and she even did a backward flip to surprise Puddle. But, no matter what, Puddle hit the ball every time. Finally, Bramble decided to try a super high shot. She leapt up, swinging with all her might, and sent the ball soaring into the sky. He looked like it was going to be impossible to reach, but Puddle, with determination in his eyes, waddled as fast as he could and, at the last moment, stretched out his little paw with a soft but firm tap, he sent the ball sailing back over the net. The crowd erupted in cheers, amazed by both of their skills. Bramble landed gracefully and clapped her paws, admiring her friend's talent. The match looked like it would end in a tie, but at the last minute, Bramble won by a whisker. They shook pause at the net, happy to have played such a fun and friendly game. "Well played, Puddle," Bramble said, her tail flicking with excitement. "Thank you, Bramble," Puddle replied, "his smile as bright as ever, you were amazing." As the sun set over the meadow, the two little mice celebrated with the rest of the animals, and, of course, more strawberries and cream. As they took a sleepy walk back to their cozy burrow, they held pause and chatted about the match, already looking forward to next year's game. Now, koalas, it's time to say good night, as the stars twinkled with gentle light. Your furry friends rest in the trees, and dreams of adventure float in the breeze. Close your eyes, little ones so small, it's time to sleep now, one and all. On a cloud to dream land, you'll gently sway. Sleepy koalas rest well till day, the stars are friends who softly gleam as you journey into your happy dream. With tender wishes and love from the moon, sleep tight, their tops will see you soon. [Music], the sun will be here. [Music], the sun will be here. [Music], the sun will be here. [Music], the sun will be here. [Music], the sun will be here. [Music], the sun will be here. [Music], the sun will be here. [Music], the sun will be here. [Music], the sun will be here. [Music] [BLANK_AUDIO]
