King's Daughter's Kitchen

It seemed that Mr. Mouse was the most vain creature in all of mousedom and nothing was more beautiful than his own reflection in the mirror. He drove the nicest, newest metalic flake cherry red Corvette. He lived in the biggest house on the highest mountain with the most gadgets and servants.

Flying squirrels delivered new clothing every day. The town baker sent delectable pastries each morning by hot air balloon messenger. Mr. Mouse’s larder was full of cheese cakes of the world. He lacked for nothing.

When Mr. Mouse threw parties, he shared his duplicate treasures, saving original bests for himself. He held court at parties to talk about himself, his achievements, and how perfect his life was. He had his pick of lady mice, but he chose only the prettiest. After all, Mr. Mouse couldn’t sully his perfect image with a less than suitable side piece.

Then, it happened. Mr. Mouse looked out his window and saw from his spy glass the most lovely female mouse he had ever seen. He wanted her. There she was, tending her garden, on the other side of town past the railroad, with the sun shining on her golden hair.

He made himself ready in his most perfect blue suede suit and black and blue saddle shoes. He was so excited, thinking how good she would look next to him. He jumped in his Corvette and took off, winding down the mountain across the wide town, speeding faster and faster.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even stop to look at the train track. A train came and ran over his tail. His first thought, she’ll think I look stupid without my tail. He bent to grab his tail. The train ran over his head. The moral of this story: don’t lose your head for a piece of tail.