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I had never seen so many mice in one room, if my mother had been there she would have been
terrified, how could anyone find them scary ? To me they where so friendly and sweet, there where
baby mice and mother mice, uncle and aunt mice, brother and sister mice, and Grandfather and
Grandmother mice with tiny reading glasses and walking sticks, telling their old tales of youth as
the little ones listened.

Benny sat quietly trying to think of a way to frighten of the nasty cat.

Suddenly the front door opened and Freddy Fox entered looking rather shocked, we later found out
that he had tried to ask the cat to leave but all he had got was a sharp and unfriendly ...

Hhsssssssssst.

“I told him there were no mice hear but he said clearly
in his hissy slow voice …
You think you can fool me but you are wrong,
my sense of smell is far to strong.”

“He speaks in rhyme ?” Benny asked and Freddy nodded nervously,

“he also said …
Tonight I shall be sat in a most comfortable seat,
to give myself a delicious treat,
a most delightful sort of meat,
after all, Stranger Fox I am at my happiest when I eat.”

Benny then told me of the evil mouse hunters that went back generations, they would hunt all mice
and were taught to speak only in rhyme, it seems there are still these hunters around today using the
old rhyme, but Gingers Wood had never seen one until that day, Benny had to find a way to get rid
of him, and fast.

After another 10 minutes or so, a sly scary knock came at the door and we all stood quiet until
suddenly a strange voice spoke,