After my disappointing attempt to borrow a bicycle, I decided that motorised transport was they way to go. And fortunately I knew just where to find a car! There aren't many cars in Sylvania, but the Mr and Mrs Furbanks (Kenneth and Emma to their friends) have a big old-fashioned American car. They say that they got it "when we were in Hollywood, darling", but being squirrels they mostly chase about the trees and hardly ever use it. I took the Molebabe over to the car and lifted him up so I could pass him in through the open window. He opened the door and I got in and seated myself behind the steering wheel. I thought we were about to start out on a great adventure, until I remembered that you need a key to start a car. Also it's probably best if your paws can reach the pedals to make it stop and go. Never mind, we had a great hour or so with me pretending to drive and the mole making brumming noises. We set off back home for tea, but then as we were passing a large open field we saw something even more exciting!
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