Sylvanian Families Care Home Part 2

To read part 1 of this story, click here :)

Quincy Marmalade had an excellent week; reading the newspaper, watching his choice of television with Mildred Mulberry, playing cards with Leonard Macavity, all accompanied with unlimited tea and homemade biscuits from Mrs Hazelwood.

To bid Quincy farewell, Mrs Hazelwood prepared a special meal for all of the residents.

"Mrs Hazelwood, how kind you are, this is delicious!" Quincy Marmalade exclaimed. The others looked at him in shock - a week ago they could never have imagined grumpy old Quincy with a smile on his face! Carmen Cottontail previously could not stand Quincy Marmalade and his endless grumbling, but now she considered him a good friend.

That night, as Quincy stretched out in his very own four poster bed for the last time, he thought about the wonderful week he had had. Possibly the best week since before his dear wife, Clementine had passed away.

The next morning, Margot Marmalade arrived to collect her father. 

"I'm not coming home Margot" Quincy Marmalade said, dramatically. Margot nearly choked on her tea.

"What do you mean, Father? Of course you're coming home!" Margot said, insistently. 

"No, I'd like to stay, I really have had the most marvellous week Margot dear" Quincy continued.

"Well...well you don't know that there is space!" Margot desperately said.

"I asked Mrs Hazelwood at breakfast, she's more than happy to have me" Quincy explained. "And did you know, I get homemade biscuits here! And the most delicious food! And-"

"I don't have time to made homemade bisuits, I have four children to care for!" Margot interrupted, crossly.

After a long discussion, Margot finally calmed down, and decided to accept her father's decision. He would be happier here with his friends, and it would take a lot of pressure off of Margot.

As Margot Marmalade left, she wondered to herself. She would visit him next week with her best homemade biscuits - and no one, not even Mrs Hazelwood's would be better!

Sylvanian Families Care Home Part 1

Margot Marmalade the bear stood outside Little Chestnut Care Home with her elderly father, Quincy Marmalade.

"No! I refuse to be dumped in a horrible care home whilst you go off on holiday!" Exclaimed Mr Marmalade. 

The rest of the Marmalade family were going to the Isle of Wight for a family holiday, but Quincy Marmalade gets awfully bad sea-sickness. So it was decided Quincy would go and stay in the Care Home for the week, rather than the whole family listening to the old bear grumble on. 

"Mrs Hazelwood will take excellent care of you, Dad. You can't just stay at home." Margot explained. Quincy Marmalade was rather wobbly on his paws nowadays, and she was worried he would take a fall.  

Gossip travels very quickly in Little Chestnut, and so the current residents of the Care Home were already expecting him.

"I hope he's not as grumpy as I remember!" Carmen Cottontail the bunny said.
"He certainly won't like Mrs Hazelwood telling him what to do!" Mrs Renard the fox said, looking up from her newspaper.

After much grumbling, and with the help of some of Mrs Hazelwood's best biscuits, Margot Marmalade managed to get Quincy settled down into a nice armchair.

The main lounge in the care home consisted of a mismatch of different sofas and armchairs, newspapers and tea pots. Mrs Hazelwood kept it very clean and cosy. 

"Is that the Sylvanian Times you're reading Mrs Renard?" Mr Marmalade said, nosily peering over.

"Yes, did you know we all get a free copy everyday?" Mrs Renard explained. Mr Marmalade tried very hard not to look impressed by this; the Sylvanian Times was the best newspaper around. 

Mrs Hazelwood got him his own copy of the newspaper, refilled his tea, and gave him some more biscuits. Quincy Marmalade was very surprised to find himself almost enjoying himself!

The other side of the room, Mildred Mulberry was watching television and sipping tea.

"Is that Classical Music at 6, Mildred?!" Quincy Marmalade jumped up from his armchair and bounded over to the television, completely forgetting his walking stick! 

"We don't have this television channel at home", thought Quincy Marmalade to himself as he settled down in front of the television. Maybe Mr Marmalade was going to have a better time than he'd expected....