It was a beautiful sunny Sunday morning. Mr Beaver was enjoying his first cup of coffee, when his newspaper arrived.
|"Oh, I hope the neighbours don't see me!"|
Meanwhile, inside, Mrs Beaver was already dressed and ready. She was preparing all the lovely veggies they grew in the garden for their Sunday roast dinner.
|"What a lovely green cabbage"|
Mrs Beaver out did herself. The Roast dinner was simply perfection. Especially all the lovely home-grown veg. Everybody was stuffed. Well done Mrs Beaver!