Becky's "Mouse Hunt"

In this story, is "mousehole", and is "mouse".

There were four mice living in a

in a mansion.

The oldest, called Slowpoke, told them: "I'm going to move out of this house. It's getting too noisy for me." And it was, because there were five kids in the house! Plus a gray CAT!!!!!!!!!

The second oldest, called Fancyfeet, said: "Come on, Slowpoke. I'll dig the tunnels for you." So both of them packed their leaves (they were too small to use bags!) and started digging.

Day after day passed, and the two mice didn't come back. "I'm getting worried!" Lightfoot, the youngest, said. And he should, too! Fancyfeet hadn't come back for a month! "Yes, me too!" said the second youngest

, called Norris. "Quiet! I hear the humans talking!"

A thunderous voice from far above their

was saying, "But Zack! We already have a cat! Why do we need an exterminator?" But there was no answer, just the dailing sound of a telephone.

"Didja hear that? They're going to get an exterminator!" Lightfoot said. But Norris didn't have ! time to answer. There was smelly fog coming from the

! The mice ran and ran, but they didn't pay any attention to where they ran. They ran right through another

into the mansion!

They found a spot under a bookshelf and hid there until the exterminator left. Every day the exterminator came, but with no success.

After two months, Norris heard more talking outside their

"Come on, kids! We have only two days left before we move!" "Wow! The people in this house are moving!" So came the day when they moved. "Goodbye!" Lightfoot said. "Good riddance!" Norris said.

In a few weeks, new people moved into the mansion. "Now the first thing we have to do, is get an exterminator!" They said. "Oh, no!!!!!!" The mice said from their hole in the wall.

The End

Story by: Becky, age 9, Singapore

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