As Jim and Molo reached the park they could hear Chief Browntoot calling out, “The last race is the three legged race — all ages, anyone can enter.”

Molo spoke to a scout, “Where is the bring and buy stall?”

“Finished,” said the scout. “This race is a scramble for the last few things, some junk and a barrow load of strawberries.”

Chief Browntoot blew her whistle; the race was off.

The mice went dashing and stumbling across the grass in pairs.

Jim glanced at Molo and found him pulling off his tie. “Come on Jim it’s our only chance.”