“Mouse Tale,” Friend, Nov. 1990, 32
Mouse Tale
A little furry gray field mouse
Is living somewhere in our house.
At night, when we are safe in bed,
He nibbles on our cheese and bread.
Last night I got up, oh so sly,
And saw him eating apple pie.
He glared at me as if to say,
“I wish that you would go away!”
Do you suppose that little mouse
Thinks we are living in his house?