The magic mouse was so magic that when he twitched it's whiskers and eeked, magic things started to happen. As the magic mouse eeked ... so did everything else, too. Suddenly the mouse's whiskers grew longer than a broomstick ... so long, in fact, that the mouse could hardly fit through the door of his mousehole. The magic mouse was so magic that when he wiggled his nose, magic cheese appeared for him to sniff. The magic mouse was so magic that when he nibbled on a crumb of cheese, he grew ... and grew ... and grew. His legs even grew so much he soon had cheesy knees. So magic, in fact, that when the crumbs left on his cheeks fell to the ground, they looked just like diamonds in emerald grass. The magic mouse was so magic that when he learned to run - he could cross the kitchen in seconds. The magic mouse was so magic that he could jump from the sink to the washing machine and back again. The magic mouse was so magic that nothing could stop him. He scuttered from underneath the sink and towards the door, leaving a trail of cheese crumbs behind him, across the kitchen floor. The magic mouse was so magic that his "EEK !" could be heard all around the town. So magic, in fact, that everything else started to "EEK !", too. The cakes eeked, the sandwiches, too. Even the clouds in the sky eeked quite a bit more blue. The magic mouse eeked as he ran from the cat ... and soon he was chasing also an eeking rat. The magic mouse eeked in the door and soon even the doorbell was eeking. The magic mouse eeked on the dog and soon he was eeking in a eeking "WHOOF !". The magic mouse was eeking here and eeking there ... soon there was eeking everywhere. By now, the magic mouse was eeking so much that even the butterflies in the garden were eeking as well. Magic.
© Jacqueline Richards 2005
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