The little Graymouse children greeted Uncle Squeaky gleefully

"I might manage to tell one more Story," he chuckled

There was a pretty daughter who loved Bright Ribbons

The door flew open and in ran Ruth and Robert Giant

How shall we ever manage to get it home?

"That cross old Norah"

Buster folded his paws in his lap and sang very sweetly

"How nice the Apples smell," said Buster

"My poor, dear Limpy-toes," she sobbed

"Tell us all about it?" they begged

It was a hot summer day

Grand-daddy Whiskers with a pan of warm biscuits under his arm

The only food in sight is set around on the pantry shelves in traps

A busy little procession marched to the barn

"Jolly little mice are we"