December 18th 2011 5:54 am
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Tracy and Bruce were two little mice. They slept in a shoe to keep them warm from the ice. They rode in a truck, that
traveled the road between Maine and Mass, carrying it's load. Enjoy it they did but the driver did not. he didn't like the mayhem those little mice brought. They pooped in his shoes and wires they chewed and lord knows what they did to his food. The sights they saw from this and from that, always on the look out from terrible cats. That cat that they feared most. was white and was black. She invited them to lunch, but they'd have none of that. Because as they said dining with cats can be dangerous you see. dining with cats is just not for me. The cat she was clever and knew what to do. she staked out the truck, particularly the shoe. The driver did wonder, how all this would end. The driver returned to his truck and did find, the two little mice had met the end of the line. Dead or alive, they would haunt him no more, he'd find no more mice on his rig's floor. His shoes would clean and his food or so safe. Until some of their realtives came to take their place. That was the story of Tracy and Bruce. Two little mice who cut a little to loose. If there's a heaven for mice I am sure, they won't be in it, for the mayhem endured.

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