The mouse
At midnight I run- through openings in the walls I go, in search of the one thing I crave, my precious cheese. At midnight I run- through an opening I go, I come across left out cheese- this is regular cheddar- no thanks! At midnight I run- through another opening I go- I come across left out cheese- oh, so fancy! At once I am trapped- unable to eat my cheese. Why I have been tricked! My cheese! Moral of the story: don't be greedy- appreciate what you have. this kind of sucks lol
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