The little Flopsy Bunnies slept delightfully in the
warm sun. From the lawn beyond the garden came the
distant clacketty sound of the mowing machine. The
bluebottles buzzed about the wall, and a little old mouse picked over the rubbish among the jam pots.
(I can tell you her name, she was called Thomasina Tittlemouse, a woodmouse with a long tail.)