Roderick tossed and turned in his sleep. All night
long he dreamed about monsters and dragons and evil witches. When he
woke up in the morning, he sat in his bed. “That was a bad dream. Why
did I have a dream like that? I usually dream about pieces of cheese and
bags of grain.” He wiped his brow. “I hope I don't dream a bad dream
The mouse ran out of his hole into the meadow. “Bad
dreams make me very hungry!” He ran over to the Geddes Farm to raid
their barn. “Mr. Geddes just bagged his rye and oats. I will eat as much
as I want.” All day long, Roderick nibbled on grains until his tummy was
On the way back to his mouse hole he saw that Mrs.
Geddes had made cheeses. “Oh good. Yesterday she made cheddar cheese. It
looks like she made it again. I'm going to take a chunk home to my mouse
hole and nibble all night.”
Roderick snuck a chunk and carried it home on his
back. That night he ate every last crumb. When he lay down to sleep, his
tummy was so full that he had to lie on his side. All night he dreamed
horrible dreams about dying and joining the angels.
When he woke up the next morning, he ran out of his
hole. “That's two nights I've had bad dreams. I'm not ready to become an
angel quite yet. I think I need some more of those oats.” Off he ran,
heading for the Geddes Farm.
What Roderick didn't know was that Mr. Geddes had
bought three cats, to stop the mice from raiding his grain. When
Roderick ran into the barn, the cats chased him away and he didn't get
any oats or rye. “I guess I'll have to eat some of the cheddar cheese.”
When he ran to the window to get some, the cats
appeared out of nowhere and chased him away. He didn't get any cheddar
cheese, not even a crumb.
All day his tummy rumbled. “What am I going to do?
I'm starving.” A few hours later he ran into the meadow. “I suppose I'll
have to eat blackberries, black currants and hazelnuts.”
Even though he didn't get grains and cheese, he went
to bed feeling quite full. That night he didn't have a bad dream. He
slept all night and dreamed about eating an entire block of Swiss
When he woke up he sat straight in his bed. “I know
why I was dreaming bad dreams! It was the cheddar cheese. It made me
have bad dreams. I ate way too much grain and cheese. From now on I'm
sticking to blackberries, black currants and hazelnuts.”
Roderick never had another bad dream.