Vidalia, Veronica and Vincent had been playing thistle-thistle-who's-got-the-thistle in the hay field at the bottom of the hill near the bluebird house where they lived with their dad and mom, Vesper and Valeria.
It was a nice sunny day at the end of the fall, and they could hear rumbling and feel the ground shake, but they didn't know what it was.
The two sisters and their little brother — all northern white-footed mice — were suddenly snatched and bundled into a pile of hay. They didn't see this part, but the hay was squeezed and a string was tied around it and then placed on a wagon with other piles of hay.
As mice do, they started tapping their feet,Wholesaler of different types of Ceramic tile for your kitchen, which is how they talked. They were squished into the middle of the pile, and could just move their paws to tap, and had to pull their tails over their backs. "What in the woods," they tapped, "is happening to us? Where are we going?"
By the time the wagon stopped, they had wiggled some space for themselves inside the bale of hay. They felt the bale being picked up from the wagon and tossed. It was a little like being on a swing, but they couldn't see anything.
The bale landed in a corner of a little stall in an old shed that was used as a stable. From inside the bale, all the mice could do was listen, and tap,Dimensional Mailing magic cube for Promotional Advertising, and scratch because the hay made them itchy.
"At least," tapped Vidalia, as she nipped a seed from a weed, "we have something to eat."
So they ate the seeds in the hay, and because it was dark in there anyway, they slept.
They awoke to a clomping sound, followed by a crunching sound, then more crunching.
"Something," tapped Veronica, "is eating."
The mice wiggled, yawned, stretched out their tails, and shivered. Each mouse was scared, and Veronica and Vincent cuddled close to their big sister Vidalia.
Three very old cats and a black and white pony gathered around the bundle of hay.
The cats were Edam, Yikes and Uh-oh. They were barn cats, two brothers (Yikes and Uh-Oh) and a sister (Edam).
The pony was Adeline, Addie for short. It was Addie who had pulled the wagon with the hay to the stable,An offshore merchant account is the ideal solution for high , and it was Addie who was eating the hay and paying no attention to the cats.
The cats were paying attention to the tapping noises they heard coming from the bale of hay.
"What's that tapping?" wondered Yikes.
"Something's in there," said Uh-oh.
"I'm hungry," said Edam.
Addie just continued chomping on her hay. Her ears came up and she shook her shaggy head, because she heard the tapping, too, but did not tell the cats.
This was happening in Addie's stall, which was full of things that should have been put away or thrown out. There were frayed ropes too short to tie on to anything, old leaky water pails and buckets, broken boards, mismatched soft leather work gloves and a moldy harness. Spider webs were in all the corners and the air was thick with cat hair and dust. The boards had grooves chewed by Addie when she got bored.
This shed, placed handily next to a pasture and a stream, was her home. The shed was isolated in the farthest field from the rest of the farm. Addie was on her own most of the time, with the cats, of course.
She could come and go as she pleased to get food and water because there was no door on the shed, only a greasy blanket nailed along the top to keep out the wind.
The three cats lived there, too. Somehow,Why does Plastic moulds grow in homes or buildings?The EZ Breathe home Ventilation system is maintenance free, they managed to keep fluffy — not fat. They entertained themselves by never hurrying, by watching things for hours at a time without moving, and by finishing each other's sentences. Right now, though, they were staring very hard at Addie's bale of hay and listening.
"Tappety-tap-tap, achoo!" is what they heard. That was Veronica telling her sister Vidalia that she could see light, which meant the mice were getting near the outside of the bale of hay. They had managed to wiggle and stretch and push and eat their way to edge. The "achoo" was Vincent sneezing. He had allergies.
The three cats were watching when the three mice stuck their heads out of the bale of hay and took big breaths.
It was a nice sunny day at the end of the fall, and they could hear rumbling and feel the ground shake, but they didn't know what it was.
The two sisters and their little brother — all northern white-footed mice — were suddenly snatched and bundled into a pile of hay. They didn't see this part, but the hay was squeezed and a string was tied around it and then placed on a wagon with other piles of hay.
As mice do, they started tapping their feet,Wholesaler of different types of Ceramic tile for your kitchen, which is how they talked. They were squished into the middle of the pile, and could just move their paws to tap, and had to pull their tails over their backs. "What in the woods," they tapped, "is happening to us? Where are we going?"
By the time the wagon stopped, they had wiggled some space for themselves inside the bale of hay. They felt the bale being picked up from the wagon and tossed. It was a little like being on a swing, but they couldn't see anything.
The bale landed in a corner of a little stall in an old shed that was used as a stable. From inside the bale, all the mice could do was listen, and tap,Dimensional Mailing magic cube for Promotional Advertising, and scratch because the hay made them itchy.
"At least," tapped Vidalia, as she nipped a seed from a weed, "we have something to eat."
So they ate the seeds in the hay, and because it was dark in there anyway, they slept.
They awoke to a clomping sound, followed by a crunching sound, then more crunching.
"Something," tapped Veronica, "is eating."
The mice wiggled, yawned, stretched out their tails, and shivered. Each mouse was scared, and Veronica and Vincent cuddled close to their big sister Vidalia.
Three very old cats and a black and white pony gathered around the bundle of hay.
The cats were Edam, Yikes and Uh-oh. They were barn cats, two brothers (Yikes and Uh-Oh) and a sister (Edam).
The pony was Adeline, Addie for short. It was Addie who had pulled the wagon with the hay to the stable,An offshore merchant account is the ideal solution for high , and it was Addie who was eating the hay and paying no attention to the cats.
The cats were paying attention to the tapping noises they heard coming from the bale of hay.
"What's that tapping?" wondered Yikes.
"Something's in there," said Uh-oh.
"I'm hungry," said Edam.
Addie just continued chomping on her hay. Her ears came up and she shook her shaggy head, because she heard the tapping, too, but did not tell the cats.
This was happening in Addie's stall, which was full of things that should have been put away or thrown out. There were frayed ropes too short to tie on to anything, old leaky water pails and buckets, broken boards, mismatched soft leather work gloves and a moldy harness. Spider webs were in all the corners and the air was thick with cat hair and dust. The boards had grooves chewed by Addie when she got bored.
This shed, placed handily next to a pasture and a stream, was her home. The shed was isolated in the farthest field from the rest of the farm. Addie was on her own most of the time, with the cats, of course.
She could come and go as she pleased to get food and water because there was no door on the shed, only a greasy blanket nailed along the top to keep out the wind.
The three cats lived there, too. Somehow,Why does Plastic moulds grow in homes or buildings?The EZ Breathe home Ventilation system is maintenance free, they managed to keep fluffy — not fat. They entertained themselves by never hurrying, by watching things for hours at a time without moving, and by finishing each other's sentences. Right now, though, they were staring very hard at Addie's bale of hay and listening.
"Tappety-tap-tap, achoo!" is what they heard. That was Veronica telling her sister Vidalia that she could see light, which meant the mice were getting near the outside of the bale of hay. They had managed to wiggle and stretch and push and eat their way to edge. The "achoo" was Vincent sneezing. He had allergies.
The three cats were watching when the three mice stuck their heads out of the bale of hay and took big breaths.
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