The Move
The Spotters are packing. They are very excited to move to their new home...
Cliff and Harry spent days fixing stuff and wall papering the walls...
Meanwhile Beatrix spent time cleaning and hanging curtains...
Then the day of the big move came...
As the movers struggled to get the furniture through the doorway, Beatrix pleaded "Please don't scratch it!"
After struggling getting some furniture up the stairs...
They decided to rather hoist it up...
After arranging the furniture and making the beds, Beatrix found some cups and made them some tea.
"I don't have the energy to prepare a meal now", said Beatrix.
"Don't worry, we will get some pizzas delivered" replied Harry.
As he was about to get up to make the call, the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" asked Beatrix.
"I will answer the door. Probably some salesman", replied Harry.
"I don't have the energy to prepare a meal now", said Beatrix.
"Don't worry, we will get some pizzas delivered" replied Harry.
As he was about to get up to make the call, the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" asked Beatrix.
"I will answer the door. Probably some salesman", replied Harry.
Harry was surprised when he opened the door.
"Hallo, I'm your neighbour, Maurice Chantilly, and this is my daughter, Esme. My wife, Myriam, sends this", the man on the doorstep said as he held out a pot.
Harry was lost for words.
"Hallo, I'm your neighbour, Maurice Chantilly, and this is my daughter, Esme. My wife, Myriam, sends this", the man on the doorstep said as he held out a pot.
Harry was lost for words.
When the Chantilly's left, Beatrix peeked into the pot. The stew looks and smells delicious.
"I wonder why his wife didn't come over", Beatrix pondered.
"Maybe she was too busy, we will probably meet her on Saturday. It is very kind of them to invite us over for a barbecue.", Harry replied.
"I wonder why his wife didn't come over", Beatrix pondered.
"Maybe she was too busy, we will probably meet her on Saturday. It is very kind of them to invite us over for a barbecue.", Harry replied.