“But it’s not my fault”, cried the mouse in dismay, “I though I knew where I was but appear to have lost my way” Sat at the foot of my bed with his hands under his head, he tried through his tears to relate what is here. ... I set out early this morn after nibbling on some corn for my breakfast, on the cob is best. I was raring to go to ‘The Great Mouse Show’, a long walk but not one to miss. With my stout trusty stick and my coat good and thick, I set out on the long winding road. It was a lovely quiet day and not many passed my way except a snail and a croaky black toad The sun was rising and warming the fields, no clouds, just some bee's and a fly. A warm gentle breeze blowing soft through the trees, a day that warms your heart with a sigh. The going was tough for the ground was quite rough and soon I cried out loud! I’d stubbed my big toe on a large round stone, for the field was all freshly ploughed. The furrows once high and then very low, enough to make a grown mouse squeak! But I tucked in my tail and continued my toil, well the show was only on for one week! After long hours of drudge, aching back and tender feet, I decided no further can I go. Well I'm only a mouse and despite what you've heard, Our legs are quite small you know! With a weary old sigh off to one side I did saw a nice bit of shade neath a tree so I hobbled across and settled right down saying, “This will do for me!” After quenching my thirst with some juice I had brought, I felt my little nose start to hum. With a weary old sigh I got up from the ground and discovered I’d caught the sun! Without further ado I continued my trek to a hedgerow at the end of the field. I must be nearly there, well if not, then half way, to myself I despairingly appealed. I continued to walk along the edge of the road past many a house and nice bush. I sauntered along and was humming a tune, I'll be there very soon, no more fuss. But with time marching on I went for the bus and stood at the stop, in a line. Before very long with a familiar song, the bus came along with a whine. I boarded and sat with my tired achy feet and decide to massage and squeeze but I jumped from my skin with a terrified squeak as the woman behind gave a sneeze! She cried, “It's no good!” from under her hankie, “I'm allergic to mice, dogs and cats”. “Which ones?” I enquired. “Conkers!” she cried, “And anyway my cottage is thatched!” Well with that I dismayed and headed for the door trying hard but just couldn't believe what the lady had said, “She's as daft as a bird!” I exclaimed feeling now quite relieved. “We'll have less of that!” said a Crow who was perched on a lamppost and looking all pleased. I said, “Perhaps it's time, yes I’m certain it is, that I took, from you, my leave.” But just never mind for looking ahead, I cried with a heart full of glee! For just over the fence at the end of the lane was the end of the road for me. Bustling with people beneath a tall old oak was the event I had dreamed of for days, with stalls in abundance big food laden tables and cakes on pretty pink trays. But my joy was short-lived as I noticed a sign, above a gate with the entrance below. I read in confusion, it must be an illusion for the sign read 'The Great MOOSE Show Well I turned around in amazed disbelief, shook my head and trundled away, shed a tear from my eye and just couldn't believe, it had certainly ruined my day. With my head hanging low I decided to go, but to where I asked with tired eyes. So I aimed myself east and said well at least a full moon is high in the sky. Now before very long I came upon a house with a door that was slightly ajar, I quietly crept in and listened and then heard you snoring up the tall stairs. And so here I am, waking up on your bed with my spirits beginning to rise, telling my tale to you my dear friend with a twinkle of mirth in your eyes. But alas I must leave for there is still far to go and my wife will be wondering where, I should have been home tucked up nicely in bed and dreaming without any care. So thanks for your help, your ears and your smile but now I must bid you farewell, I may again pass this way on a nice sunny day with my wife and children as well. But before that bright day and not a moment too soon, I'm going to up-grade my glasses with a powerful zoom! * Written by Darren Scanlon, September 2010. Revised on 18th June 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.