“My idea is this. You all come and live at the church. It’s warm, quiet, and I’ve got Sampson, the church car, right under my thumb...er...almost. The parson says if we do a few odd jobs we’ll be paid in cheese, best quality. He’s expecting us tomorrow morning if you want to come.”
“But one Sunday, during the Harvest Festival service, a terrible thing happened. Sampson, who had suffered a very bad night with the young mice, dropped off during the sermon and dreamt he was back in the days before he was reformed. When he woke up he found he was not dreaming. He was chasing mice all over the church. It took a bit of time to remember about brotherly love, and by that time it was too late.”
“As for Sampson, you might think he was very sorry about his lapse, but you would be wrong because he wasn’t. The mice had been taking him a bit for granted of late, he thought, and the fact that they were frivolous giddy creatures was no excuse. They’d learnt he was not to be trifled with, and after that, whenever they needed reminding, he would just yawn and say he hoped he wouldn’t drop off during the sermon, and then there would be no more giggling and tittering over silly jokes about ‘dogs’ for at least two days.”
“Arthur tied the burglar’s bootlaces together. He had to do it himself because Sampson could only tie granny knots. Then Sampson obliged with his party piece. It was supposed to be the Song of the Nightingale but everyone else thought it sounded like a policeman’s whistle. They counted on the burglar thinking so too.”
“Sampson, the church cat, had listened to so many sermons about the meek being blessed and everybody really being brothers that he had grown quite frighteningly meek and treated Arthur like a brother.”