There was a little mouse.

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There was a little mouse and she lived in a house that she kept perfectly clean.

She was hard working and she ran her little house like a well oiled machine.

She loved her family and friends and she always had a smile for them as she helped them all the while.

But something was amiss as she worked and hugged and kissed.

There was something underneath that made her somehow incomplete.

She did all she could to keep her family well and protect them from her private hell.

Her children and Mr Mouse ( that is what she always called her beloved spouse)

were always first on her agenda.

She did her part and Mr Mouse  did his, he he was a storer and a mender.

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Although always bright and gay Mr Mouse did like things his own way so little mouse made sure that before he came home she’d not forgotten any chore.

Helpful and obliging to all he would help anyone, who one him would call.

Yet he would harrie little mouse if she neglected her chores around the house.

No one went to play if they had not full filled their chores for the day. Too long on any favourite pastime could be construed as a crime.

Soon there came the day when all their family  got their own lives and moved away.

That left little mouse alone with Mr Mouse ( that is what she always called her beloved spouse).

Although outwardly bright and gay, he only had little mouse to boss about all day!