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Surprise Story - Mrs. Mouse And Her Sons

Updated on April 12, 2011
The Mouse and Her Sons
The Mouse and Her Sons

Surprise Story - Mrs. Mouse and Her Sons

Once upon a time there lived a Mouse, she was the mistress of a spacious house, and rich as mouse need be her dwelling place is underground and neither long, nor square, nor round, but suiting her degree, underneath was the perfect place to be for her and her family.

No lofty ceilings were seen, no windows clear, or gardens green, no rooms with neat division. but, in a corner, she could find notable provision.

Her neighbours round esteemed her well, even though she lived in a little cell, Would spend a social hour or two talking about things to do; Besides, having a friendly heart, to the poor she impart what she have.

Now, madam mouse got two sons, One named Streak and the other Spot; she gave them education, taught them how to make an earning and to excel in arts fitted well for a Mouse's path.

Two prettier Mice were never seen, so soft, so nimble and so clean; their teeth were sharp, their eyes were bright and when they gnaw through the wood she saw it neatly almost as a saw. Her eyes beamed with delight to see such a sight.

And oft, she said, be diligent my sons, beware of the guileful cat and baited snares, to us mice a sure perdition!" And once a mice get caught within their trap they would bewail their mishap, with tears in an unfortunate condition.

And in plain terms, she would describe and share stories of terrors of the mousing tribe from the past, In every form and feature.

Then she portray that its the solemn duty of a cat to have a mouse or rat as its sworn enemy, a most voracious creature he be, my sons be careful you see or become a cat's meal and be inscribe in the mouse terror history.

Now these mice grown both stout and strong, they thought they had remained idled home too long and now their daily food they want to seek, venturing out to see what they can find to eat. Off they went giving little thought of what their mother said as they roam away from their home.

In one fatal hour in high spirit they travel far from their home and reached a lone farm-house, which had been long known by wandering mouse a place of retreat filled with abundance to eat.

Now the housewife of the farm-house saw dismayed in her pantry, what a waste so many mice had made!

Off she went and did a trap obtain and said to herself "if I catch a mouse," "no mercy shall it find from me for what has been done to my pantry, I'll secure it utterly."

Agreeing once to sup at home, these brothers found different ways to roam. Soon Spot the mouse a pantry found, and view the eatables all around, he was elated of the variety found.

But in the midst a trap there stood, made strong with wire and with wood, and baited with fresh-toasted cheese.

"Dear me!" said Spot the admiring mouse, "what do I see? A pretty house, constructed just for me.

"What silly things these mothers be," said he, with a conceited breath; "what cause is there for fear or fret? The door is high and wide, and besides myself there's even room for twenty more who can safely enter here."

Then in he rushed, and seized the baited fresh-toasted cheese, and soon the dainty morsel he ate and turned to go away.

But, ah! poor Spot the mouse, he finds the door, which he so freely passed before, now compels him to stay some more.

Now rushing through his mind his kind mother's warnings rise, of countless times she explain away of the dangers that lies away from where he stay.

Oh, only if I had one more chance I would heed to my mothers plan. Now laying before his weeping eyes, grim death is shaping on every side.

Alas! poor prisoner Spot can see no prospect left of liberty, no chance of his escape, his only wish is that his brother Streak don't make the same mistake.

Now turn we to the kitchen side, to behold what can betide Poor Streak who is gone by a blazing fire where sat a glossy, well-fed tabby cat, half asleep and alone.

With veneration mixed with awe, for the first time, a cat he saw and thus expressed his mind "Can this meek looking creature prove to be the devouring cat of my kind often described to me?"

And now, to have a nearer view, closer and closer still he drew, and hears her softly purring; "Ah me!" he thought, "what extremely pleasant note, what music from that downy throat."

The cat now turned her amber eyes, and viewed poor Streak with glad surprise, before he knew it, she caught him with her claw, now o'er her head she whirls him round, then dashes him against the ground and strikes him with her paw.

Now lets him run a little way, now claws him back in cruel play, or bites through his soft ear; at length, exerting all his strength, he made a leap of wondrous length, and got away quite clear.

"Why are my sons abroad so late?" Mother mouse said, foreboding fate, And oft she sighed full sore; just then, she heard a mournful squeak, and soon beheld poor wounded Streak, come crawling through the door.

With falt'ring voice, and accents slow, he told his little tale of woe, and of his hurts did tell.

"Oh! if I taking heed to your advised you give to me, my dearest mother then," said he, "I would have been safe and well with thee.

"Not many moments can I live, my loving mother, pardon give, and let me die in peace."

Many tears the mother shed beside poor mousey's dying bed, and soon his voice did cease.

"What disastrous fate!" the mother said, "to lose both sons in one sad day, dear objects of my love."

And soon poor Spot's long nose she saw, and then his little pointed paw, come gently on the floor.

"O, mother, mother," cried the Mouse, "with joy I see our happy house my peaceful home, once more."

Then she embrace her son, with utmost joy and deep concern of his whereabouts, he then began with his recovering breath to tell his perils past of how he had, to gnaw with tooth and claw, from out the trap door, and so escaped at last.

Oh Mother now I understand what you have conveyed to us in the past!

"If you do not heed to your parents' advice, You may come to a sad end, like the two little mice."

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    • Sharon Douglas profile image

      Sharon Douglas 6 years ago from GA, United States

      Hello Freya

      Thank you dear for your comment, glad you enjoy it ;)

      Take care!

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      Freya Cesare 6 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

      Lovely! Lovely! I really like how you make it with rhyme! Very enjoyable! ^^