Four days until the big day, and Uncle Toms beard was getting stinkier and stinkier…. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, things had started to hide in there. I’d been looking for my pet mouse, Red Whisker, for days when I suddenly saw his little nose peak out just below Uncle Toms, bottom lip.
I tried to lure Red Whisker out, but he was having none of it. He was stuffing his belly on all the delicious bits of food that were stuck in the beard.
There was nothing else for it, I’d have to tell Uncle Tom that his beard stunk and that he’d have to wash it… or I’d never get Red Whisker back.