They may be little, but they have big hearts full of determination.
House and Mouse
Moving Day
Once upon a time, in a beautiful place, known as Acorn Valley, there were two mice, who were just moving in to their small, little house. House and Mouse were siblings. House was the oldest, and she was Mouses sister. She always made sure that Mouse was safe, but also remembered to have fun. Mouse was House’s brother, who had a playful, and talkative personality.
“I want the biggest room!” Mouse cheered, as his little ears twitched.
“You’ll have to help me set up the kitchen first.” House instructed, as she brought in a big, blue bag of stuff. She reached into her big, blue bag of stuff, and she pulled out a frying pan. She then gave it to Mouse, who eagerly placed it on his head, and pretended that it was a hat.
When House finished emptying her big, blue bag of stuff, she folded it, and opened the closet, which was a tall, white door. She placed the big, blue bag of stuff in that closet, and then closed the door.
Together, House and Mouse began setting up the house. First, they set up the kitchen. There were many other frying pans, and spatulas, and plates, and utensils, and bowls, and they filled every cupboard and drawer in the whole kitchen.
“Now can I set up my room? Can I, can I, can I?” Asked Mouse.
House smiled. “Go ahead and set up your room, I am going to take a walk into town, to see what the people are like, when I get back, I expect for the house to remain tidy, understand?”
“Yes, House.” Mouse replied, and hurried to his room.
House grabbed her weaved basket, and she began walking to the town of Acorn Valley, she noticed that there were freshly-bloomed flowers, and that the leaves were beautiful, and green. She noticed that the fruit looked especially ripe, and that the sun shined especially bright. She noticed that there was a mill, where water splashed around the waterwheel. She noticed that there was a school, where small creatures — around Mouse’s age — played. She noticed a bakery, where she smelled some delicious bakes. She saw a library, with several seasonal books on display. She noticed a restaurant, where she smelled a beautiful fragrance of a mixture of berries, honey and even some vegetables. Finally, she saw a beautiful market, where she knew that she could find books, bakes and food. She decided to go inside to check it out. When she walked past the door, there was a gigantic sign, reading Applewood Market.
From the outside, the market looked small, but no. It was a very large market, and it could sell every flavor of ice cream that you could imagine and then some! House looked around, distracted by all of the gems and beads with chains hanging from the ceiling, and all of the bottles of perfume on the shelves. Too distracted to even notice the fox that was standing at the front desk.
“Ahem,” She began, “May I help you, ma’am?”
House looked up, startled, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t notice you there.” She apologized.
The fox smiled, “That is quite all right. Are you new to this town?”
“Yes. I am House, and I moved here with my brother, Mouse.” House explained.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Mrs. Applewood. Would you like to purchase anything? I’ll tell you what. I can even make your first ten dollars spent here free.” Said the fox.
“Really?” Asked House. “Thank you for being so kind. I am just getting settled in.”
“What do you need?” Smiled Mrs. Applewood.
“Well, I’ll need some eggs, some sugar and some flour.” Said House, but she looked like she had forgotten something, “Oh, and some milk.”
“That will be six dollars and eighty-seven cents. Again, your first ten dollars here is free, so come again to spend your remaining three dollars and thirteen cents. It was a pleasure to meet you, House.” Said Mrs. Applewood.
“Yes, the same here. Thank you, again.” Said House, as she left the market.
House continued through the town, and then she remembered how much Mouse loved fresh strawberry cinnamon rolls as she walked past the bakery window. Mouse decided to buy a couple. They weren’t too expensive, and after all, she was just settling in, so it would be nice for her to get something special for her brother.
House opened the door, and a little bell rang, which was connected to the wall, just above the door.
“Good day,” said a voice. House looked up, and she saw a beautiful rabbit. The most beautiful rabbit that she has ever seen.”
“And to you,” returned House, “I wanted to get some of those fresh strawberry cinnamon rolls.”
“Are you new in this town?” Asked the rabbit.
“Yes, ma’am. I was just moving in with my brother.” Replied a cheery House, “How much is it for a dozen rolls?”
“I think a more appropriate thing for a young lady like you would be some eggs and milk, or a loaf of bread.” Explained the rabbit, “What do you think?” House was a little upset at this, but she remained calm, “I think the rolls will do me just fine. I already have bought some more practical things at Applewood Market.”
“Alright, twelve dollars for the dozen.” Said the rabbit.
House’s eyes widened. Expensive, she thought. She decided to say nothing of it. She rummaged through her little pink purse, and she took out twelve loonies, which she then paid the rabbit, who handed her the fresh strawberry cinnamon rolls.
Then, she noticed a sign before she left. Berry Bakery is having a special sale in its even more special fresh strawberry cinnamon rolls! You can buy a dozen for only five dollars!
House turned around, and with a fiery temper, she said, “Good day, Mrs. Berry.” And she slammed the door behind her.
House was so upset that she didn’t even bother to stop and check out the bank, or the library, or the mill. She just went right home to her small, little house.
“House, you’re back already?” Asked Mouse, noticing the fresh strawberry cinnamon rolls.
“Yes, and glad to be back.” Replied House, angrily.
“What’s gotten into you?” Asked Mouse.
“Never mind me,” responded House, “Have you gotten your room all set up nicely?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Replied Mouse, cheerily, still licking his little pink lips, looking at the rolls.
“Then I’ve gotten you a reward.” Smiled House, taking out the fresh strawberry cinnamon rolls.
Mouse sits down on a small, white stool, and he gobbles one of the fresh strawberry cinnamon rolls down. “Delicious.”
House decides not to tell mouse about Mrs. Berry. She sets her sparkly, pink purse town on the pinewood kitchen table, and she walks into a room that is completely empty, except for a small bed with pink pillows and a purple blanket.
“Thank you, Mouse.” House says, as she lays down on the bed. She looks to her right, where there is a window, and she looks up into the sky, at the beautiful sunset, where there were two, small birds chirping. Then, House drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, House woke up, and cooked some scrambled eggs for Mouse. She flipped them in the pan, like pancakes, and she added just the slightest bit of freshly-made cheese. She then opened the pinewood cupboard, and pulled out a clean, shiny, white plate. She used her spatula to scoop the eggs onto the plate, then, she gave the eggs to Mouse, who gobbled them up in a split second. “I’m going to town, again.” House told her brother, “Stay out of trouble.”
When House left, Mouse went right to playing with his small, red, toy car. He drove it around for a while, but eventually, he was bored. He went to the kitchen, and he decided that he wanted to eat one of his fresh strawberry cinnamon rolls.
When House put them away, she put them in her beautiful, pinewood cupboard. It was the highest one, so Mouse was not sure exactly how to get it down. He pushed the white stool in position, and stood on top of it. Then, he used his fingertips to pry open the cupboard door, which was way out of his reach. When he got it open after many attempts, he saw a big white bag, where he knew that House had probably put the rolls. He jumped up, and hung on to the edge of the cupboard.
If Mouse weighed a pound more than he did, the whole cupboard would’ve collapsed, so even though it was not a very smart move of his, he was lucky. He reached his arm into the cupboard, and began to slide the back of the bag forwards, to the edge of the cupboard. Finally, he started to take it out, but instead of it lifting up, it tipped over, and flour spilled everywhere. All over the cupboard, all over the sink, all over the floor, all over the counter, all over the white stool, but especially all over Mouse.
Meanwhile in Acorn Valley, House walked through town, looking for job offers. She had to make money somehow. Then, she noticed a sign, hanging on a pole near the restaurant. The sign read: Help Wanted: Waiter/Waitress.
I have worked at a restaurant before, thought House. She read the sign once more, and then went inside, to check the place out. She opened the large, heavy, burgundy pair of doors, and she was greeted by a beautiful monkey with bright, blue eyes, and a pretty, pink dress.
“Table for how many?” Asked the monkey.
House just smiled, “I’m not here to eat,” She started, “Forgive me, my name is House. I have just moved into town, and I was just looking at that sign for the job offer. I want to be a waitress here.”
The monkey’s eyes widened, “I’m supposed to encourage that, but I can’t. The last four people to take that job quit, it’s too much. There are two full floors in this dining room, and there are only two waiters who pretty much just sleep the whole time, we haven’t had enough people interested.”
House took a deep breath, “Then you’d be happy to give me the job.”
“Listen, lady. I would personally love it if you could, but I’m not going to be selfish. If I were you, I’d take a job as a librarian, or a teacher.” Said the monkey.
“Thank you for your opinion, but I’d really like to try.” House replied with a smile.
“I can’t force you not to,” started the monkey, “but don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”
When House nodded, the monkey lead her to the kitchen, and began explaining the process.
“These chefs deal with the soups, these deal with the meal, these deal with the sides, these deal with the drinks, and these deal with the desserts.” Said the monkey, pointing in different directions, and gesturing to two chefs at each station.
“This must get busy,” said House.
“Indeed, it does.” Said the monkey. “I’m Ms. Moon, by the way.”
“When can I start?” Asked House.
“If you’d like, you can start tomorrow,” Said the Ms. Moon.
“I would like it,” Said House. “What time?”
“Be here at eight-thirty, we open at nine for the breakfast meal.” Replied Ms. Moon, “And good luck.”
“It was nice to meet you,” Said House, as she left.
When she got home, and opened the door, her eyes darted around the room, and then locked on Mouse, who was covered in flour.
House tried to remain calm. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She just blinked.
“I wanted a cinnamon roll.” Mouse said, in his defense.
Instead of being angry, House just laughed. She laughed so hard that she was unable to help Mouse clean up. Mouse laughed too, and the two siblings spent the rest of the day baking, with the remainder of the flour.
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