Story of the ferret
There is a place that little boys and girls go to, where anything you imagine can become true and all you need to do is squint just right, as the day is turning into night. Eric was sure someone had said, or maybe it was something he read, but most likely it was all in his head.One glorious summer day, as the wild flowers bloomed in the fields, magnificent in all there glory with the sun behind them showing off all the colours you could imagine. There were white daisies, yellow buttercups and purple clovers all waving around in the sunlight, and there was a little red haired boy cutting a path through them on the way to his special place. Finally he reached the X where two paths intersect with each other, this was the boys mark so he new that he’d arrived at his destination.Eric was right where he wanted to be, alongside the slow moving shallow river, where there were five large boulders providing a stepping stone crossing from one river bank to the other.