Page 10 - Sophie's Christmas With Teddy & Mouse

The rst sounds Teddy heard, as small as he was, were those of squabbling and grumbling words.
These words reached his bedroom where he was in bed, hiding deep within his blankets . Although he was scared of the cold feeling in the house, where it smelled old with a musty, moldy air, it was always the rst thing he sniffed as he woke up when it was still dark, early each morning.
In his bedroom was an old wooden bed, so rickety it creaked just by looking at it. Next to his bed a simple bedside table with a faint ickering light that shone barely enough to look at his favourite book. It was the only book he owned.
Teddy had found the book on a warm summer day when he went for a walk in the big forest. It was hidden under the fairy seats scattered in the branches by the thick fallen tree. That afternoon the sunlight shone through the trees, some more than a hundred years old, and the light fell onto the cover of a beautiful book.