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story of the cockeyed mice

cockeyed mice played saxophones at the table anyway, the loudest one does, the other we call Mable. they scurry around as fast and far as they are able stealing from the kitchen, the laundry room and stable. cockeyed mice love to dance, dart, wiggle and sing. we see them running in the corners of everything there is screaming sometimes as they dash and zing. the soft spoken mouse goes by the name of Wing.

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