Alice and Alfie were fast asleep when they were awoken by their early morning alarm clock. It was the sound of the cock-a-doodle-do. The cock-a-doodle-do kept going on and on and on until Jacques went outside and told him to be quiet. He had woken everybody up: the cats, the mice and also the chickens.

Jacques phoned his friend François and said, “Let’s go and have a round of golf!” The rag dolls saw Jacques go out to the barn and come back with a bag full of some long wooden sticks with flat rounded heads. He put them in the back of his van. Alice had heard the phone call and asked Alfie, “Can we go too?” The mice had also heard Jacques and they decided to go and join the rag dolls. The mice went off squeaking all the way to the van.

Alice and Alfie climbed down the ladder at the side of the window and by the time they got to the barn Jacques was already in the van. As he drove away, they saw the mice waving from the bucket. They squeaked and squeaked and shouted, “We will meet you at the golf course; you will have to run of course.”

The wind was blowing and the sails of the windmill were going woosh, woosh, woosh. Mr. Owl was having fun he was riding round on the sails shouting “Where is that cock-a-doodle-do? He woke me up today and I bet he woke you too.”

Alice and Alfie started walking down the lane. Mr. Owl flew down and Alice told him about the mice and that they were going to the golf course.

Mr. Owl said it is a long way but we must find the mice as they might get eaten by Mr. Fox. The owl flew slowly so that Alice and Alfie could follow.

It started to rain so they stood under some trees until it stopped. As they walked on, the rain dripped down from the trees and hit them on their heads. Alfie said, “It’s another wet day, a bit like being inside the washing machine yesterday.”

Alice replied, “It’s only rain, so don’t be a pain.”

Mr. Owl disappeared into the woods to try and find the mice while Alice and Alfie walked towards the golf course but there was still no sign of them. They stopped again and had a rest. Alfie heard a noise coming from the next tree, so they went over to have a look. There was Mr. Frog sat looking at a book, as he turned the pages he kept saying “read it, read it, read it.” Alice said, “You must have read a lot of books.”

Mr. Frog said, “Not really, I just say that when I’m happy.”

Alice told him about the mice and Mr. Frog said, “We must find them.”

Alice replied, “Mr. Fox might eat them. Fox and mice are not good together. That’s the way in any weather.”

There was a loud bang and a ping, ping and a small white ball came flying through the trees and hit Alfie on the head, “Ouch” He said, “How come it is always me?” Alice picked the ball up and Mr. Frog told her it was a golf ball. Mr. Frog said, “It has come from the golf course. It is very hard.”

Alfie rubbed his head and replied, “You don’t have to tell me, I have a big bump on my head.”

Alice and Alfie said goodbye to Mr. Frog and started to walk towards the area the ball came from.

In a clearing in the woods they saw the most amazing green grass. In the middle of the grass was a pole in a hole with a red flag flying on top. A long way in the distance they spotted some men with the same wooden sticks with flat rounded heads and bags like Jacques had. As they moved closer they could see one of the men was Jacques. He hit the white ball and nearly hit Alfie on the head again. Alice looked at him and laughed. The men came down to the green grass and one by one hit their balls into the hole.

Alice and Alfie could see the next flag pole in the distance, so they quickly ran through the woods before the men could hit their balls again. They sat down and waited for them. All of a sudden the ground started to tremble and out of a heap of soil popped a head. It was a mole. Alice said, “Where did you come from?” And the mole replied, “I’m Colin the Mole, from down the hole.”

Alfie said, “Watch out there is another ball on it’s way.” The ball landed on the green, bounced twice and hit Alfie on the head; it then bounced back across the green and straight into the hole.

The men were jumping up and down and shouting that Jacques had got a hole in one. Alfie shouted out “Yes and my head has got a hole in one too!”

Colin the Mole said, “Let’s have some fun with them, hide behind these bushes and watch me.” The next man hit his ball and Colin started digging all the way under the green and then popped up and grabbed the ball. He then did the same to the next man. When all the men reached the green Jacques’ ball was the only one there. So the other two men had to play again, and Colin stole their balls once more.

Jacques was winning the game of golf and kept saying to himself, “this must be magic”. Just then, it began to rain again and the men put up their umbrellas. The rain was bouncing off them and there on the top of the umbrella were the mice. They were sitting there with smiles on their faces knowing that Mr. Fox was on the prowl but that they had tricked him for now.

Jacques came to the last hole, where Alice and Alfie watched and waited till the balls dropped. Colin the Mole had collected a lot of balls on the way round the golf course. As the men hit their balls onto the green, he rolled the ones he had all over the place. When the men walked onto the green there were so many balls they did not know which was what or whose was whose. They just looked at each other and decided it was a draw between them all.

A{fie said the mole had come out to play and made everybody’s day and with fun and games the mole had won the day and they all walked back to the windmill.

Alice and Alfie were so tired they fell asleep on the windowsill. The moon shone down but did not wake them. He just left a note saying that he had seen the fun and games on the golf course. The moon whispered, “Keep your friends very close, as they will look after you when you need them most. Nichole’s star is shining bright and her thoughts are with you throughout the night.”