The Little Brown Mouse...
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It was Thanksgiving Day and a little brown mouse sit busily working alone in her house…
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The little mouse children had gone out to play with the brown mouse’s children just over the way…
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She put on her apron and went to the shelf, and said to herself, “I’ll just help myself.”
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She cooked and she sliced and she brought out the cheese, and then she exclaimed, “a tart if you please.”
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The little mouse children came in from their play… they nibbled and ate, not a crumb did they leave on the table or plate.
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And I heard them exclaim, as they ran out to play, “It’s the loveliest kind of a Thanksgiving Day.”
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- RIP Aunt Lela and Cousin Linda
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