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.