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Ta les from Moseley Bog - The Voles of Old Chapter One A Mysterious Creature A very hot day! A storm was creeping nearer. I could feel it in my nose. The air shimmered over the open field dazzling my eyes whenever I looked up, and the heat pressing down on my back felt as though it would melt my body and leave me lying like a puddle on the hard earth. There was no breeze to cool me down. The dry seed heads delicately hanging from the top of grass stalks did not move. Even the wavy hair grass was still. So was I, although I should have started back to my den, to get there before the storm broke. With my tail tucked in to my side, I thought I was hidden from watching eyes, but nevertheless I didn't twitch a muscle! Not a whisker! Crouched beneath a thick clump of nettles, I knew my fur colour blended in with the dry earth and pebbles around me. My life depended on how still I kept, and I was good at keeping alive. So far!
I was peering down past the Great Steps into the gloom of the Old World where the sun barely reached ...............................................
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