The Flying mouse (1)

The flying mouse (1)

There was once a mouse who longed for wings, great big wonderful flying things.

He wanted to fly away through the sky on geat big wings that would carry him high.

He wanted to be a flying mouse and fly over everybody's house.
He was tired of being a ground mouse.



And then one time in the middle of the night there came a bright light into his room.
And a small voice said,
" Little mouse, Little mouse, get up and go to the place where the brook flows into the river. And from the second branch of the smallest tree pick two green leaves. "

So the Little mouse combed his whiskers and ran down to the place where the brook flows into the river.

There was a little beech tree that grew there.
And from the second branch the little mouse picked two green leaves.

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