Poor Little Miss Sunshine. It was Christmas Eve and she had a cold. Tucked up in her armchair, she shivered and sniffled and snuffled and sneezed.
Somebody was particularly worried about Little Miss Sunshine.
Can you guess who that might be?
It was Mr Worry, of course!
‘Habby Christmas, Midder Worry’, snuffled Little Miss Sunshine to her friend, who had called to see how she was feeling. ‘Dis is for do, but don’t oben it until tomorrow morning.’
And she handed Mr Worry a beautifully-wrapped present.