'The little mouse, had come in out of the cold, when the weathr had gotten really bad, when the snows had fallen and the pond had frozen over. Under the floorboards he now lived, peeping out when all was asleep, feeding from discarded crisp packets, sweets and biscuit crumbs scattered in the tiniest of pieces on the floor. He loved his new home and when the Spring came, he didn't want to leave but he did miss seeing all of his friends, the little birds in the garden, where he used to share in their food, dropped from the bird feeders in the tree. Oh, what could he do ! ! He could hear the birds whistling and chirruping cheerfully. So he thought of an idea, so simple, why didn't he think of this before, I can go into the garden and see my friends and then come back inside, and have the 'best of both wonderful worlds'. Indeed I will share with my friends, some of the treats that I find. But little did he know, that the people that lived in the house knew about the little mouse, they had heard him scratching about in the night 

but they were quite content, with the state of affairs

 and allowd the little mouse his tiny share,

 of biscuit crumbs and morsels of food,

 to have not done thus, would have seemed to be rude !' (c) Libithina

         A little tale not dissimilar to many tales that may have been read by Mums to a child at bedtime. To all Mums, have a happy Mothers Day x x