Morgan – illustratör

One winter morning, Marvin Mouse satnibbling his breakfast and blinking in thebright cold air at the entrance of his snugunderground burrow. Usually at this timeof the season he would be curled up tight ina furry ball and sleeping soundly, but todaywas different..............................From far away Owl was coming; he maynot have heard Marvins call but he had cometo fetch him. Owl had remembered where hehad left Marvin so he knew where to go,.