“MMMMM,” said Tomsk, and he went stomping off with his front paws class behind his back and his chin on his chest.
“Gone to look for golf balls I expect” said Wellington “he misses Omsk, you know.”
“Dull sort of Womble he was,” said Bungo, “hardly spoke really. I wonder if all the Russian Wombles are like that?”
As Omsk was the only Russian Womble anyone have met and had, only quite by chance, come into contact with his British Womble relations, nobody can answer this question.
“I don’t know,” said Wellington, “ but Omsk and Tomsk got on very well together, so now Tomsk misses Omsk. It’s funny really, leaving a Russian Womble behind in the Hyde Park Burrow to look after it.”
Placed with Kind Permission of the Wimbledon and Putney Common Head Ranger