Language: English

Transcript

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The little thief in the pantry. Mother said a little mouse one day, I think the people in our house must be very kind, don't you? They leave such nice things for us in the ladder. They were a twinkle in the mother's eyes as she replied. Well, my child, no doubt they are very well in their way, but I don't think they are quite as fond of us as you seem to think. Now, remember gray whiskers, I absolutely forbidden you to put your nose about the crown unless I'm with you. Third kind as of the people are. I shouldn't be at all surprised if they try to catch you. Gray Biss twisted his tail with. He was quite sure he knew how to take care of himself. And he didn't mean to me after his mother's tail off of tail all his life. As soon as she had a curled herself up for an afternoon nap, she stole away and scrambled across the pantry. She, oh, there was something particularly good today. A large ice cap stood far back upon the self and gray whiskers licked his lips as he sniffed it across the top of the cake, there were a words written in pink sugar. But as a gray whiskers could not treat, he did not know that he was nibbling at a little Miss Ethel's birthday cake, but he did feel a little guilty. When he heard his mother calling off, he ran and back and was back in the nest again. By the time his mother had finished rubbing her eyes after the nap, she took gray whiskers up to the pantry there. And when she saw the hole in the cage, she seemed a little annoyed. Some mouse have been here before us. She said, but of course she never guessed that it was her own little son. The next day, the naughty little mouse again up to the pantry when his mother was asleep. But at first he could find nothing at all to eat though. There were, there was the most delicious smell of toasted cheese. Presently, he found a dear little wooden house and they hung the cheese just inside in ran crass. But oh, tick went the little wooden house and mousy was caught fast in the trap. When the morning came, the cook who had set the trap, lifted it from the shelf and then called a pretty little girl to come and see the thief who had eaten her cake. What are you doing? What are you going to do with him? Asked a why? Drawn him my dear to be sure the tears came into a little girl's pretty blue eyes. You didn't know it was stealing? Did you mouse it? You? She said no. Squeezed Gras go. Sadly. Indeed. I didn't. Cook's back was turned for a moment. And then in that moment, tenderhearted little eel lifted the lid of the trap and outed me. Oh, how quickly he ran away to his mother and how she comforted and petted him until he began to forget his pride. And then she made him promise never to disobey her again. And you may be sure he never did it.