A House Mouse

“Hello, I’m glad you stopped by. The kettle has boiled. Why not come in for tea and cakes?” said the little mouse.

“I don’t mean to impose, but a cup of tea would lift my spirits,” I told the mouse.

The first thing I noticed about Everett’s home was how tidy everything was. Plates, cups, and saucers all hung on the wall. The table was set for two as if he were expecting someone.

“I hope I’m not intruding, I see you have made the table for two,” I asked.

“Quite right, one never knows when a visitor will stop in for tea,” said my host.

Everett explained that he had inherited the house from his grandparents.

“I left it as they gave it to me. I did make a few repairs where needed,” Everett added.

The wild berry tea and dandelion scones were the best I’d tasted in a month of Sundays. “Where on earth did you learn to bake these delicious cakes?” I asked.

“Oh, those cakes have been in my family for generations. Dreadfully sorry about how dry they are,” said the mouse.

It’s said that the best bakers are overly modest, and Everett was true to form. “May I have one to share with my friend, the Duke?” I inquired.

Everett wrapped a scone and placed it in a small cloth bag.

“I never hoped to have royalty taste my goods. If you think the Duke will enjoy it, who am I to disagree?” Everett said.

“I’m certain he will be delighted,” I assured the mouse.

We finished our tea, and I bid my new friend goodbye. I promise him I’d stop back at my earliest possible convenience.

“Fare thee well, and may fortune smile upon you,” said Everett as I walked down the path.

What fantastic luck to have met a house mouse in the meadow. “I’ll stop back and bring him mushrooms,” I muttered as I turned toward town.

He might turn them into a fantastic mushroom quiche, a favorite among us Hedgehogs.

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