A little mouse lived in a little house. The mouse would hurry along the walls at night looking for food. Sometimes he'd find frosting from a cake. Those were good days. Sometimes he'd find paint from a paint can. Those were bad days. Either way, he'd always get scared whenever the phone rang. It was so loud and made him jump. Yesterday he tripped over a wire because he wasn't looking where he was going. The television was on full volume so no one saw it. He loved running around in the kitchen. There was always leftover food on a spoon in the sink. Sometimes it was dried food and he'd have to scrape it off with his claws. It still tasted good to the mouse. He was so happy there were no other animals living around there. He had heard a piggy ate a lot more than a mouse. He didn't want to have to fight a piggy over food. Life was really good for this little mouse.
Was the another animal in the house? Which days were good? And which weren't? How did he eat from the spoon? How did it taste? What happened yesterday? Who saw? Why not? Why'd it happen? What animal eats more? What made him jump? Why? Where did he try to find food? When? What's the size of the where he lived?
No Days when he found frosting Days when he found paint He scraped it off with his claws It tasted good He tripped over a wire No one The television was on full volume He wasn't looking where he was going A piggy The phone ringing It was so loud Along the walls At night It's little