by Brad Beals
There lived a mouse, once, who had grown too big for the little thicket in which he lived. So one night, he set his heart and all the things that are pulled along with it beyond the meadow that surrounded his home, and onto the forest, which lay in a long, green band atop the faraway hills in the West.
Mouse began his adventure in the usual way - by waiting. He sat under a hawthorn bush at the edge of his thicket and watched a small cloud that seemed as if it might have a mind to come cover the moon. For crossing a meadow in broad moonlight is no simple thing for a mouse, and this meadow held dangers at every step. These were what Mouse thought of as he waited to see what the cloud would do...
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