ABBEY WOODS

KENT,  ENGLAND

JUNE 19 2008

The early morning chorus of happily chirping Magpies,  Wrens, Song Thrushes and blackbids,   awoke Ash from his sleepy slumber.   Perhaps a little grumpily,  he opened his eyes and reluctantly accepted the incoming light as he tried to remember the dream he had just enjoyed.

As he rose up from his feet,  plumping out his chest and raising up his arms to the sky,  he yawned and smiled at the lesser spotted Woodpecker hammering away as though his life depended upon the outcome,  on neighbour Birchy's left arm.

"Lucky he's still drunk from the river punch we whipped up for him last night",  Ash wrily spoke under his breath.

Then he recalled some of the events of the boys evening together.  Had he really drunk so much that he had danced arround the woods like a fool?  And faint recollections formed of his falling over and rolling down the hill to the amusement of Roots and Oakey!

Let's hope this new day brings sore heads, bad tempers and amnesia, from the others,  or else he would never live it down!