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|Little Mouse (youngsters:mystery, 523 words)|
|Author: Pitter Pat||Added: Jan 13 2004||Views/Reads: 4835/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Little Mouse follows the clues to find his friends.|
Little Mouse sat quietly in the corner of the children's playground. It was scary. There were no sounds of children at play, no creaking of swings or thumping of the slide, not even the sound of sand being tossed in the sandbox. Every mouse knows once a year on Christmas Eve the house is quiet, without even a mouse sound, but Christmas Eve had been only a few weeks ago. Another year couldn't have gone by so quickly. Where had everyone gone? Little Mouse silently crept to the swings. As he suspected, no one was in sight. Little Mouse noticed a wrapper by the oak tree. He quickly scampered to see if it might be a clue to where everyone had gone. The wrapper was torn, but Little Mouse could still make out the lettering on it. S-N-I-C-K-E-R-S. He could smell the scent of a peanut candy bar, but like the children, none was in sight. “How strange,” said Little Mouse. He jumped and then realized the sound had been his own voice. He thought for a moment then spoke again, “Hum... the sound of my voice breaks the silence. It makes the playground seem much friendlier. Perhaps if I continue to talk to myself someone will hear me and will talk back.” A faint snicker came from behind the slide. Little Mouse smiled. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” But no one came out. Little Mouse tiptoed toward the slide. Again, no one was in sight. Under the slide he saw another wrapper. The wrapper was empty, but smelled like sweet chocolate. “Perhaps the letters on this wrapper will tell me where the children are. M-O-U-N-D-S,” he read. “What a strange clue.” Little Mouse looked toward the sandbox. Something was different. Taking a closer look he saw a hill of sand. “A hill of sand, a hill of sand, a.... a mound!” Little Mouse dug through the sand and found another wrapper. “A clue!” smiled Little Mouse. Wiping the sand off the wrapper he read, “B-A-B-E R-U-T-H.” Little Mouse scratched his head. Ruth was the name of the dog that played with the children. Ruth was nowhere in sight. She had disappeared with the children. “Where could Ruth be?” asked Little Mouse. Little Mouse remembered yesterday the children had put a large basket with a pillow in it behind the bush. They had sat Ruth in the basket. She liked her soft new bed. Little mouse scampered around the bush. He found the children sitting quietly around the basket. “There you are! What are you doing?” he squeaked. “Shhh...” whispered the children as they pointed toward the basket. Little Mouse tiptoed to the edge of the basket and peeked inside. Ruth was not alone. Cuddled close to Ruth's fur was one little puppy. It was sound asleep. Little Mouse and the children sat quietly watching until Ruth's baby woke. Then all the children talked at once. They told Little Mouse about the new baby being born a few hours earlier. “What shall we name him?” asked one of the children. Little Mouse smiled. “He's the color of chocolate. How about H-E-R-S-H-E-Y?” Tweet
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