Little Mama Mouse was very frightened. It was winter and her little mouse house was very cold. What was worse, there was nothing to eat in her little house. Baby Mouse helped her look for crumbs in all of the corners and drawers, but they couldn't even find an apple seed. They were cold and hungry and Mama Mouse didn't know what to do. She put her arms around Baby Mouse and whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry, Baby Mouse," she said. "Let me sing to you and we will try to find something to eat tomorrow."
She wrapped Baby Mouse in a warm blanket and sat down in her little rocking chair and rocked and sang a lullaby. After while Baby Mouse fell asleep and she tucked him into bed and covered him up with all of the blankets to keep him warm and cozy. Then she took her little candle holder to the table and lit the tallow candle and sat back down in her rocking chair. The candle gave a warm yellow light and the fragrance of melting tallow filled the room. And all of sudden Mama Mouse jumped up out of her chair and did a little dance in the middle of the room. She had remembered something! Mice like tallow. It was their favorite food. And right there, on the table, was a fat little tallow candle ready to be eaten. Mama Mouse went to the table, stood on tiptoe and blew out the candle.
The room was bright with the light of the moon shining in the sky. Mama Mouse went to the window and peeked outside. It had stopped snowing and a full moon was sailing across the heavens. She saw the shadow of Mr. Night Owl as he flap-flapped along the path. Soon all of the night creatures would be out looking for their dinners.
Mama Mouse snuggled down under the blankets with Baby Mouse. She hummed a little song as she thought about the tallow candle and what her plans were for the new day that was coming. "We will eat the candle," she thought, "And then I will put his warm little coat and boots on Baby Mouse. We will go down to the old apple tree by the corner. If Mr. Blue Jay is there, he will get an apple for us. Mr. Squirrel will give us some acorns and peanuts. We are not all alone, after all. We have good friends who will help us. Everything will be all right." She fell asleep with a smile on her face and her arms around her little baby mouse.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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What a sweet story about the mice. I loved it. I really enjoy your stories. Come over and visit me "Living on the Other Side of the Hill" sometime. You can get there by clicking on my name in blue at the top of this comment. I love company. I will be back to read more of your stories.
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