There was one day in every seven when the park would be especially packed with human folk. The little ones would come with their balls and bats and the old one would come and witter away in groups sitting on benches. But on this day, for the first time in his life, no body came. 

And not only that, the sounds of their rolling metal machines had stopped too. 

‘What on Earth is going on?’ he thought as he and his seven brothers and sisters edged over to a low branch to look over the empty park. 

And not only that, the sounds of their rolling metal machines had stopped too. 

‘What on Earth is going on?’ he thought as he and his seven brothers and sisters edged over to a low branch to look over the empty park. 

The rat folk below were all poking their little heads out of their holes in bewilderment, and the crows daringly hopped around on the ground.

Where had the human folk gone?

The next day was very much the same. Pip and his brothers and sisters, who had spent the day frolicking around the tree branches looking for berries, suddenly noticed that again there was no thud of the bats and balls, no chattering and none of the terrible sounds of the metal rolling machines. Even after dark when the park was at its busiest, still no one came. The next day and the next were the same.

And something else began to happen. Something strange...