Of Mice, Women and Santa

Once there was a very tiny mouse. Who came to live in a very large house. He made a nest inside the wall. And had lots of fun running up and down the hall. There came a time when he smelled some cheese, And he climbed the table and was very pleased. For sitting there in the middle, was a big plate of Swiss. And he made a dive and couldn't hardly miss. He was enjoying himself and had had his fill. When a lady came in and started to squeal. She was very tall and very slim, She reached for the cheese plate to try to catch him. He was quick as a wink and flew out of her reach. Jumped into a fruit bowl and onto a peach. The peach was so fuzzy, he let out a squeek. Then trying to hide was quite a big feat. The lady kept looking but it was in vain. For the mouse was now hidden behind a glass pane. She finally gave up and went back to her work. But once in a while you could see her head jerk. For out of the corner of her eye she was spying, to get a glimpse of any movement trying. He tiptoed so quietly back into the hall. And the lady never noticed and soon left for the mall. He knew from now on, he would have to be cautious. and not do anything that would make people nautious. He kept himself clean, that is, clean as a mouse could. He didn't leave droppings as he knew other mice would. He kept to himself until one Christmas Eve. When he heard what he thought was a message to leave. Dear Santa had stopped by this large house so fine. And had been ask by this lady to dine. The mouse knew who Santa was and saw his big pack. And decided to hide in it before Santa came back. He found a nice place, inside of a shoe. And fell fast asleep before he even knew. Adventure was his on that magical night. Dear Santa took him on a marvelous flight. And when it was over, he decided to stay. With dear Santa, who carried him home with him, that day. For Anything Goes contest by Constance La France