Mia the Mouse by Lily Small

Author:Lily Small
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781627793636
Publisher: Henry Holt and Co. (BYR)

“Follow the song!” cried Mia.

“Phew!” panted Buzby, spinning his wings so fast they disappeared in a blur. “We’ll never catch up with him!”

Suddenly, Buzby slowed down and sniffed the air. “Ooh, Mia—what’z that lovely smell?”

A beautiful blue carpet of flowers stretched out on the ground below them. Mia and Buzby were flying over Bluebell Glade. But Mia didn’t have time to think about lovely smells. She just wanted to catch up with the bluebird.

“Come on, Buzby! Don’t slow down!” she called.

“I’ve never seen so many flowerz before,” panted Buzby.

“Twee-twee!” sang the bluebird, far ahead of them. His voice was getting fainter.

“Quick!” cried Mia. “We’re going to lose him!”

“I wish we could go and pick some,” Buzby sighed, looking down at Bluebell Glade. “They smell so nice.”

“Buzby, forget the flowers!” Mia cried. “Come on!”

But, try as they might, Mia and Buzby couldn’t keep up with the bluebird. They whizzed along until they came to Heather Hill. The bluebird had disappeared. They couldn’t even hear his song anymore.

“Do you think we could stop for a minute?” puffed Buzby. “I’m not used to flying so fast.”

They flopped down on a patch of grass in among the heather. Lots of little yellow flowers were growing there, but Mia didn’t notice them. She felt really sad. She was quite sure that her mom had asked her for a bluebird, and now they had lost him.

Mia tried to cheer herself up by thinking about her story for Grandma. Maybe in the next part of the story, Archie the Ant could come to Heather Hill to search for his friend Clarissa. Maybe he’d look for her through the dark, shadowy places beneath the heather.

Mia peered between the twisty roots, imagining the little ant scurrying back and forth. There was no sign of Clarissa, but Mia noticed something else. Something blue.

“Buzby, what’s that?” she said, pointing her paw at it.

“I’m not sure,” Buzby replied. “I’ll see if I can get it.”

Buzby flattened his wings and squeezed between the heather plants. He came back holding a beautiful bright blue feather in his antennae.

“It must have fallen when the bluebird flew over the hill,” he said.

“It’s so soft.” Mia stroked the feather with her paw. “Maybe Mom wanted a bluebird’s feather,” she said, placing it in the basket. “But we’d better keep on looking for other things that begin with B.”

“I begin with B!” a voice called out.

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