There is nothing else for a mouse to do but take what he can find, for mice can not earn money, as people do, and they must live in some way.īut Mamma Mouse was a brave mouse, and knew that it was now her duty to find food for her little ones so she dried her eyes and went bravely to work gnawing through the baseboard that separated the pantry from the wall. She felt that people were cruel to kill a poor mouse for wishing to get food for himself and his family. Mamma Mouse had to bear her bitter sorrow all alone, for the children were too young at that time to appreciate their loss. The minute he stuck his head into the box, however, it closed with a snap that nearly cut his head off and when Mamma Mouse came down to look for him he was quite dead. There had once been a Papa Mouse as well but while he was hunting for food one night he saw a nice piece of cheese in a wire box, and attempted to get it. Mamma Mouse liked it because, as she said, the draught that came through the rafters made it cool in summer, and they were near enough to the chimney to keep warm in wintertime.īesides the Mamma Mouse there were three children, named Hickory and Dickory and Dock. It was a snug little home, pleasant and quiet, and as dark as any mouse could desire. Within the hollow wall of an old brick mansion, away up near the roof, there lived a family of mice. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, Dickory, Dock! Hickory, Dickory, Dock! The mouse ran up the clock. You might also enjoy the Mother Goose collection of nursery rhymes, including Hickety Dickety Dock. Frank Baum's first children's book, Mother Goose in Prose (1897), illustrated by Maxfield Parrish.
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