Dear Mummy

I hope you are safe and that little Elsie is OK.

I am really enjoying my time in the countryside. The journey here wasn’t that bad, apart from my apple falling on the floor and rolling to the other side of the carriage. That dinner you packed me was a life-saver, Mummy, really it was.

I was fortunate enough to get a window seat, but I passed the time by reading my book, “Great Expectations,” and occasionally glancing out of the window.

At one point, I looked out of the window and saw a huge, fearsome creature standing with it’s face only about a metre away. My friend Rosie (we met on the train) said it was just a cow, but an annoying boy called Billie said it was a dangerous, blood-sucking bear who eats girls alive. Mrs Banks soon took him away from the five-year-olds.

As we screeched to a halt, there was a huge rush to get out. As soon as my feet touched the station, I was immediately steered away by a tall, brisk-looking woman wearing a long, flowing dress.

“Come, now, child,” she cried. “I won’t do with no nonsense!”

I felt terrified, but also relieved. When I thought of the person who would be taking me, I imagined a bad-tempered, frosty old man with scars all over his face and a glass eye.

Mrs Brooks (as she was called) was a straight-forward, no-nonsense woman with a good heart and a kind soul.

After she had shown me around the house, she led me round the back. I was amazed, Mummy! There were pigs, sheep, cows, chickens and even a horse!

The pigs (there were three) were called Betsie, Jennie and Polly. There were two sheep: Sally and Molly, and Molly’s having lambs soon! The cows and chickens don’t have names – but my favourite animal so far is Thunder, the coal-black horse with a small, white star upon his nose. I was terribly afraid of him at first, but I gradually grew to adore him.

Anyway,

Give my love to Elsie,

Love from,

Cassie

Xxx.