Dorothy Sherrill

“ But when the little mouse got into the tree, and night came and the wind blew and the tree rocked, he didn’t like it at all. He wished he were back in his quiet home in the attic.
See, now it is night
and the wind is rocking
the tree.
“Thank you,” the little mouse whispered very softly so as not to wake up the bird who was sleeping soundly. “Nests in trees may be very nice for birds,” he said, “but they’re not very nice for me!” So he climbed down the tree and ran away. ”

“ So the little mouse said politely to the old frog, “Thank you, but I don’t really think logs are very good places for mice to live, although they may be lovely for frogs.” And he jumped quickly back on to dry land and scampered down the road.
See him scamper
down the road. ”

“ And the father mouse, who had been reading his newspaper while the mother mouse was talking, put it down now and said to them, “Your mother is right. You are almost grown-up and must go find homes of your own. ”