Anon Edward Mouse is the name my mother gave to me. But everyone just called me Anon E. Mouse. I grew up right here on this small farm. But I moved to the city once, for the excitement and the bright lights.
{We move quietly across the dark floor. In the corner of this country kitchen sits a gray shoe box. It is dark, except for the soft yellow glow shinning out a hole in the end of this small box. There is an electric cord running across the floor to the box and the small light bulb inside. As we move closer and look inside, we see an elderly mouse sitting on a small hand carved wooden chair with a small book in his lap. A tiny young mouse is curled up at his feet, listening to his grandpa.}
