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