The Adventures of the Little Brown Mouse
The Pretty White Cat
The little brown mouse made his home in a burrow at the foot of a great tree in the corner of the garden. The garden belonged to a family that lived in a great house made of brick. For many years the little brown mouse and the family had lived together happily. Perhaps it was because the family did not know about the little brown mouse.
One night as the little brown mouse was standing outside the burrow cleaning his whiskers he heard an unusual sound coming from a nearby garden. Cocking his tiny head to one side the little brown mouse listened intently to the noise. Someone was crying.
Creeping out carefully the little brown mouse crossed the corner of his own familiar garden and followed the sound of crying. A bright full moon helped the little brown mouse find his way across the strange gardens. In a large green cage near a fence the little brown mouse found out who was crying. Inside the cage, shivering from the light rain was a pretty white cat.
The cat had a long white tail, bright white fur and wore a big shiny collar around its neck. Huddled at the back of the cage the white cat was crying and crying. The little brown mouse knew that cats did not like mice, he knew the cat would probably eat him if it could, but still he could not help but feel sorry for the white cat.
“Pretty white cat,” squeaked the little brown mouse, “why are you crying?”
The pretty white cat looked up at the little brown mouse with a snarl.
“Go away mouse, before I choose you to fill my belly,” growled the pretty white cat.
At any other time the little brown mouse would have been afraid but he knew the white cat was very upset and wanted to help if he could.
“I know you would eat me if you could but I heard you crying pretty white cat. Please tell me why you are crying, perhaps I can help you,” the little brown mouse squeaked again.
“I wasn’t crying,” the pretty white cat tried to put on a brave face but the little brown mouse could see that the cat was cold and scared.
After a while the pretty white cat told her story to the little brown mouse.
“I was given to the little girl who lives in this house, her name is Lucy. At first Lucy seemed to love me and played with me all the time,” the white cat said sadly, “but then, I don’t know. I got bigger and Lucy, once so sweet and loving, got mean and nasty. She would often kick me if I was in her way or pull on my long white tail. Lucy often forgot to give me food, water or milk and never, ever played with me anymore. Then this very morning Lucy pulled on my long white tail again. She pulled it so hard it and it hurt me so much that I didn’t think, I,” the pretty white cat looked ashamed, “I scratched Lucy with my long, sharp claws.”
The little brown mouse gave a big squeak; he knew that people did not like it when animals used teeth or claws. The white cat nodded sadly at the little brown mouse.
“What happened then?” asked the little brown mouse
“They put me in this cage,” the pretty white cat said sobbing again, “and said they would dump me later tonight.”
“What does that mean?” asked the little brown mouse worriedly.
“I don’t know but I don’t think it will be good. That is why I am crying. I don’t know what will become of me,” said the pretty white cat through her tears. Her tears and sadness was enough to make the little brown mouse cry as well.
“I know,” squeaked the little brown mouse excitedly after thinking for a time, “I can set you free from that cage and then you won’t have to be dumped, whatever that means.”
“But where would I go? I cannot live alone, I need a family to take care of me,” said the white cat.
The little brown mouse thought and thought. He knew that the pretty white cat was right, she would need a family to take care of her. Suddenly the little brown mouse looked up with a big smile on his tiny face.
“I know,” he squeaked, “I will take you back to my family. They have a little boy and a little girl, their names are Tommy and Jenny and they are both very kind.”
“They wouldn’t pull my tail or kick me hard?” asked the pretty white cat.
“No, my family would never allow that but you must never bite or scratch,” warned the little brown mouse.
“Oh I wouldn’t, I didn’t mean to hurt Lucy it was only that she pulled my tail so hard I thought she would pull it right off,” said the pretty white cat.
“Then it’s settled,” said the little brown mouse.
Straight away the little brown mouse ran to the side of the cage where he could see the door. Even though he had to stretch to his fullest height to reach it, the little brown mouse was able to push the pin out of the lock and the door opened wide. The pretty white cat was free thanks to the efforts of the little brown mouse.
“Now mouse, I am going to do what I should have done from the very beginning,” said the pretty white cat as she crept toward the mouse with a bad look on her face. Suddenly the little brown mouse was afraid, would the white cat still eat him after all that he had done for her?
The pretty white cat crept closer and closer as the little brown mouse stood frozen in terror. When the cat was almost whisker to whisker with the little brown mouse she gave him a cheeky wink and a kiss on his small cheek.
“Thank you mouse. Thank you so much for caring about me even though I am normally your enemy,” said the pretty white cat as she curled her long white tail around the little brown mouse.
“Well,” squeaked the little brown mouse with a small laugh, “thank you cat for not eating me.”
“Scared you but, didn’t I?,” asked the pretty white cat.
“Just a little,” said the little brown mouse bravely, “now follow me and I’ll take you to my family.”
And true to his word the little brown mouse led the pretty white cat back to his burrow at the foot of the great tree. In the morning when the family woke up they found the pretty white cat lying curled up on a doormat at their back door. Tommy and Jenny were both excited to see the pretty white cat.
“Mum, Dad, look at this pretty white cat, can we keep her,” Tommy and Jenny cried excitedly.
“Well,” said Mum, “you must promise to take care of her, to feed her and look after her and love her forever. Can you do that?”
“Oh yes Mum, thanks Mum, thanks Dad,” Tommy and Jenny said happily as they ran inside to get a saucer of milk for the pretty white cat.
From his corner in the garden the little brown mouse could see that the pretty white cat had found a new home where she would be loved and he had found a new friend.