Sorry I haven’t written in a while. Myself, Millie and Cyril have spent the best part of the last month in Monaco preparing for the Monte Rodentia Grand Prix.
Despite intensive strategy training, the day of the race turned into a series of ‘flying by the seat of our pants’ manoeuvres due to Team Squirrel surreptitiously cutting Millie’s brake cables the evening prior to the race.
Noticing she was in trouble I urged Millie to abandon the race, but, not being one to admit defeat, Millie shouted back that she was confident she could control it on the handbrake.
I’m pleased to write that Team Morris won, whilst Team Squirrel found themselves swimming their furry backsides back to shore after tumbling into the Med due to Cyril’s quick thinking of setting up an impromptu roadblock fashioned from: a picnic hamper, folding chair and a thermos of tea.
Have you ever been in a situation where you’ve had to fly by the seat of your pants like Team Morris? Morris would love to hear from you, so please feel free to hit the comments box.
Morris will get back to you mouse style.
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