The Mouser?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Children Stories  |  House: Booksie Classic
Quite simply some thinks, even Cats aren't all they seem to be.

Submitted: November 25, 2011

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Submitted: November 25, 2011



  The Mouser

The night stood still, a winter scene lit by moon and Arctic sheen

Snowdrifts deep and fields of white old Jack Frost had kissed the night,

In the dark and out in cold three wood mice were feeling bold,

Into the house they silent crept, around log fire old micer slept

Oh that fire was warm and bright to the Mice a welcome sight,

Old Micer stirred and spied the three jumped a mile and had to flee.

Now in the cold old Micer crept and by the fire the Mice they slept.


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