A Bedtime Story for a Mouse. (standard:fairy tales, 812 words)
Author: Oscar A Rat	Added: Jul 26 2020	Views/Reads: 1171/802	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My house-mouse pal was depressed last night, and wanted me to tell him a bedtime story. His name is Jeff, and I whipped this one up to help him sleep.

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cave entrance.  The lion family was out doing what lions do. 

"O'boy," a loud voice interrupted him, "we can have roasted mouse for
dinner, just like the ones we ate in here last month.  I get the left 
hind-leg." 

It was the two evil aardvarks that had eaten Jeff's family. 

"Eeeeaaaakkkkk," Jeff screamed, dropping his schoolwork and running over
to the fire.  He picked up a burning stick and told them, "Shoo, get 
out of here.  Leave me alone." 

The evil aardvarks laughed, gathering around poor Jeff, not at all
afraid of his little stick.  However, they were scared, very scared, 
when Cuddles came in to see what all the noise was about. 

*** 

"Nice aardvark, Cuddles.  Please pass the Tabasco sauce?" Jeff asked his
friend, who was lying next to him at the fire, chomping happily. 

By/Oscar Rat. 

P.S.  Since I wrote this story, poor Jeff has died.  My companion of
over 2 1/2 years had a heart attack while fixing our driveway with his 
bulldozer.  He died old and fat, which many wild mice never have a 
chance to do.


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