Who's at the door?

Meet Pinto the mouse and his family of three,
who lived by my pond in the roots of a tree
Elmina his wife and their two naughty boys,
Hushka the quiet and Deano the noise.

One night in a storm came a tap at my door
and there they stood just three of the four.
The rain was so heavy their defenses had burst
and poor little Hushka had washed away first.

Deano explained he'd lost sight of his brother,
had tried to follow but was held by his mother.
They’d searched for two hours in mud and in rain,
through patio swamps, shouting his name.

Oh please can you help us? said Elmina in tears,
he’s easy to spot with his big pink ears.
Well It is five o’clock and I've just cooked my tea,
but of course I will help, now where could he be?

I searched behind bins and under my car,
'where ever he is he can’t have got far.'
I looked in the hedges and onto the lawn,
I'm sorry to say but it looks like he’s gone.

It was then that we saw him with huge tearful eyes,
he'd followed the smell of my microwaved pie.
I asked if they’d join me and offered them crumbs,
with rumbling tummies they stuck up their thumbs.