2: A new arrival

One morning, the Potting Shed friends awake to find that one of their colleagues, Masongill the mole, has left, probably to trek back to visit a village in Yorkshire, from which he hails. Creatures come and go. There are no complaints that anyone treats the Potting Shed as ‘an hotel’. Coming and going is fine! 

By coincidence, there is also a brand new arrival, who has taken Masongill’s conveniently now empty spot in the back corner, and who provokes much curiosity. 

No one has ever seen such a dashing fellow. The cut of his jib! His very fine hat! 

It is quite hard to avoid the mean and unfair thought that they are ‘quids in’ on this exchange of companions.