B,W,M

Busy Wee Mouse. Clean,clean,clean, spruce,spruce, spruce. That's all I do all day long around my wee house. I wouldn't mind if its Bobtail Rabbit he'd invited home for tea. No! He invites Mrs Goose and she's too posh for me. She'll have a wee peck here and a wee peck there. She'll even be as nosy to go up a flight of stair. So when she comes I'm ready for whatever she will do. She'll waddle round until she's found her white feathers turning greyish/blue. But then to my amazement she strutted with a gasp. With her beak beneath her wing she declared with a mighty rasp. Well Mrs mouse it's a rare privilege to be, in the house of Mrs Mouse to find you're as clean as me.