by
Sarah
nce upon a time there was a little munchkin. He was about the size of your thumb. This little mans name was Chester. He lived in a hollowed out stump in the old forest of Wick-a-roo. His best friend was a mouse,a nice old field mouse whose name was Fester. Chester and Fester had great times together because Chester could ride behind Festers soft and fuzzy ears.One day as they were talking on Chesters front porch Fester jumped and scrambled into the stump, pulling Chester with him. " What? What?" yelled Chester.
" A giant.....a giant.....thing."
" Do you think it could be a......human?" wispered Chester.
" Yes, yes definitly a human. Defifitly a human, Chester." said Fester.
" Oh boy. I'm goin' out to fight 'em....or should I just asked 'em for some cookies?"
" Oooooooo.....cookies, cookies.....mmmmmm!" Fester scrambled back out of the stump mumbling "cookies, cookies, cookies....."The little boy outside,Fink, had seen the field mouse and munchkin and was holding his hand up to the door so that they would crawl into his hand. As Fester and Chester stumbled out, Fink scooped them up in his hand and took them home with him. At his house he ran up to his room and put them into a box and asked what they ate. Fester said, "cookies, cookies...." Fink ran downstairs and grabbed some cookies. When he came back up Fester and Chester had started taking things from around the room and making a nice comfy house with all of it. Fink crumbled the cookies into a little bowl and introduced himself. " I'm Fink." He said.
" And we are Fester and Chester." said Chester pointing to the mouse and then himself.
" I'm gonna go get some furniture from my sisters doll house!" said Fink as he walked out the door and across the hall.
When he got back he set 2 beds, a couch, 2 seats, and other needed house hold items for his 2 guests. When his mom came home she thought they were the cutest thing and said that Fink could keep 'em for his birthday.
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