The Animals of Farthing Wood

The long journey from the homes we had been forced to leave behind in Farthingwood was

bringing us face to face with many dangers.

Wood's instinct was guiding us to the nature reserve at White Deer Park and when we found

a warm dry barn in which the shelter from the storm Mrs. Pesent met her death.

Ah, run for it!

Which wrap?

Who's the best tunnler?

Well done, Moe.

When at last we reached the peace and safety of a small cop's poor Pesent could not get

over the loss of his wife.

Adam, we've left her behind.

I expect that we've farmed up sweetener barn now.

We'd have to be very hungry.

It's my fault.

The burdens of leadership are great indeed.

Oh well, never mind.

What do you mean, never mind?

We can't leave poor Adam behind, especially after what she did.

You mean all that hissing and stuff?

All that hissing and stuff kept that stupid dog quiet while we escaped, remember?

It's no good.

We've got to go back for her.

Oh, go back for her.

Personally, I think we should take our lucky stars and forget all about her.

I quite agree.

That adder gives me the willies.

Oh no!

Can't go back to the farm, mate.

It's much too far.

The farm?

Don't mention that place.

But poor wife.

Look, someone's got to go back for her.

What we need is a volunteer.

Popularity.

How could we forget her?

I'll go.

Who said that?

That was me.

I'll go and fetch Adam.

Well, I never.

Fizzin', you're volunteering to go back to the farm for Adam.

It'll give me one last chance to see my wife.

My little resting place, ain't it?

He only wants to make an exhibition of himself as per usual.

It's very brave of him.

Of course, it is brave of your presence.

Where do you face this?

The softest I have.

You could use to...

Besides, now, my wife's gone.

What is there to live for?

A goodness sake, pessens if you go and go.

All right. I know, but I'll not work here.

Goodbye.

Good luck, pessent.

Good luck.

Oh dear, I've forgotten pessens and not very good in flying.

Who will be hit till Christmas at this rate?

Where are you going?

Thank you. They're now.

As long as you don't miss your supper.

No, just about it. I'm really looking forward to tasting that pessent.

Psst, Abba.

Psst, Abba.

Psst, Abba.

Psst, Abba.

Psst, Abba.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Psst, pss, pessent. Get out of sight.

I can't see anything. Where are you at?

Never mind you, see me. Don't let the farmer see you.

Whoops.

Dabba!

Oh, no!

If that's present, I'll never forgive myself.

Need another volunteer, Fox?

Ow. I'd be grateful if you were a little less critical and a little more helpful.

You want me to help?

You could offer to go back for Adder.

Oh, suppose I could.

So why don't you?

Well, it's all-nose night and wings are faster than the flietest of foot.

So I suppose I might as well volunteer.

See you soon.

That bird.

Ah, look, a stranger.

Evening. Evening.

Mixed by the chantule.

Ah, that lot from Farming Wood, are you?

How'd you know?

Word gets a bite, especially in the bird world, huh?

Especially when there's a fire and shooting.

Yes, ah, Word gets a bite, that all right?

It's a nice little woodwork.

Ah, welcome to Stave, can I?

I say, Fox, that is kind.

Fox, couldn't we stay here?

You mean, a good?

It's so dangerous in the world outside and it seems so safe in this little wood.

Oh, no good here, mate.

Oh, lots of grubbing summer, but what happened in the winter, eh?

We just got to keep on for a, eh, white deer park.

Sorry, Rook and all that.

They're saying we'll survive the disappointment, right?

So you want, we like a bit of a sing song laid on,

since our little ones to sleep.

I could join us.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Where are you?

At last.

What can't you?

Where's Featherett?

First thing, the summer.

Speaking of which.

Can I offer you some juice, you rat?

Oh, don't mind if I do.

Pansy Fox, allowing Featherett to come back for you.

Why, he couldn't even fly properly.

I suppose there were lots of volunteers.

Well, one or two.

Well, one, anyway.

Sssh, you'd have never bettered us.

Fox couldn't lead a pack of hounds.

Even if they were on his scent.

Speaking of hounds.

Suppose something were to happen to him.

Someone else would have to step into replace him, wouldn't they?

Badger?

That old fool.

One says bad is the other.

Oh, sssh, is there?

Someone renowned for their wisdom.

Where would they be without me?

They're without you now.

Hmm.

Wonder how they're getting on.

This rats nice.

Nice evening, too.

Just right for hunting.

Seems pity to waste the chance.

Which is happening during the festival in success.

Someosition of a porcelain,

I wish you had a nice day.

Oh, come on!

Good thing, Fesent isn't here.

But we'd all be drowned in tears.

If something more cheerful.

I know one. It's called Toad Went Accordin.

Oh, he's my turn. I want to do a solo.

Oh!

Off a pan to top and he rides off a pan to trinkle.

Fast away the movie goes, roogles the waves off.

Boo! You don't want to hear someone calling for an uncle?

No!

Oh, well, if you insist, off a pan to...

No, my turn, mate, is.

Tarmony rides!

What's happening? Has we all finished?

Oh, yes.

Toad is singing now.

The old mouse was not at all my friend.

Badger? Owls been a very long time.

Do you think she's all right?

Or to be. She is a night creature, like me.

Poor old fox.

Oh. Mayors will get some sleep, fox. I'll keep guard.