“No, don’t you worry, Daisy,” said Fred.

Then, friendly old Rusty poked his nose into the mousehole. He was rubbing his hands together hungrily.

“Marvellous!” said Rusty. “You’re selling pizzas with lashings of extra cheese and tomato sauce? It’s time somebody did something like this.”
 

Daisy shook her head. “Sorry, Rusty, we are trying to sell strawberries.”