Chapter Eleven

........and a few days later, one little toadstool, who had been promised extra spots
if he didn't mind waiting until last, poked his head out of the ground,
anxious to join his friends who he was certain would be waiting for him.......

...........but, apart from just one small weed,
he found himself quite alone.

THE END

Copyright Cecilia 1999

Cecilia's Stories Cecilia's Homepage