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One rainy afternoon Ivy was bored. Fleur had gone out to visit her friend Mo and his mouse family in the fields, and Ivy was alone in the cottage. Inspired by her vase of McRed apples, she created Rosehip.
“There!” she exclaimed, setting Rosehip on top of the vase, “Now, you stay there while I nip up to the bakers for some bread for tea.
“Can’t I come along, Aunt Ivy?” asked Rosehip, “I’d love to see the village where we live!”
“Very well,” replied Ivy, “Jump in my basket and I’ll take you with me.”
Rosehip was very excited by the village. She fluttered about inspecting everyone and everything – from the old pound to the dairy, the watering pump to Cybil, the colonel’s dog. She especially liked Cybil’s lovely red scarf!
At the top of the hill she spotted a sign. She flew over to inspect it further.
“What does this mean?” she wondered aloud, “Best Kept Village Clean Up Sunday.”
“It means that this Sunday some of our neighbours will meet at the old forge and clean up the village together,” explained Ivy. “We’re very proud of our village, Rosehip, but some people aren’t so proud. They drop litter and leave mess. So every now and then we clean up after them. That’s why the village is so lovely and tidy!”
Rosehip thought for a minute. “That seems a very good idea,” she finally decided. “And I think I’ll help.”
On Sunday the villagers congregated at the old forge. Everyone was given rubber gloves and a bag to put rubbish in, but Rosehip could fit her whole body into one glove, and couldn’t carry a bag, so she said she’d share Ivy’s and be very careful what she picked up. They all set off in different directions to start tidying.
A little way down the road Rosehip fluttered eagerly down to the ground and picked something up. “Here,” she called to Ivy, “I’ve got some rubbish for the bag.”
“Oh no, Rosehip,” replied Ivy, “That’s not rubbish! That’s just a twig! Mother Nature dropped that, not a litterbug!”
Rosehip put the twig down and carried on looking.
A little way down the road Rosehip fluttered eagerly down to the ground and hauled something heavy off the ground. “Here,” she called to Ivy, “I’ve got some rubbish for the bag.”
“Oh no, Rosehip,” replied Ivy, “That’s not rubbish! That’s just a rock! Mother Nature dropped that, not a litterbug!”
Rosehip put the rock down and carried on looking.
A little way down the road Rosehip fluttered eagerly down to the ground and picked up something light and papery. “Here,” she called to Ivy, “This time I’ve really got some rubbish for the bag.”
“Oh no, Rosehip,” replied Ivy, “That’s not rubbish! That’s just a leaf! Mother Nature dropped that, not a litterbug!”
Rosehip put the leaf down and carried on looking. Soon she was distracted by some lovely flowers, and flew ahead to smell them.
Suddenly her eye was caught by something on the ground. She fluttered dow next to it and waited for Ivy.
“Aunt Ivy,” she called cautiously, “Is this some rubbish for the bag.”
“Yes, Rosehip!” exclaimed Ivy, “That’s rubbish!”
Triumphantly, Rosehip dropped it in the bag and flew into a nearby tree for a well-earned rest.
Down the Garden Path 