naughty mice lived in a mouse hole on the bottom floor of a huge house.
Everything in this house was lovely and nice. The copper pots in the
kitchen shone and sparkled. The windows had no spots or nose prints, and
the wooden floors always looked polished. The best thing about living in
this house was that there were always jars full of candy and sweets kept
on the kitchen counter. Every night Mr. and Mrs. Bubnoggin would eat a
handful of jellybeans and sourballs. Mr. Bubnoggin loved sourballs. He
loved the way the sour taste made his mouth pucker. Mrs. Bubnoggin loved
the sweet chewiness of the jelly beans. What they didn't know was that
the three naughty mice in the mouse hole crept out each night after Mr.
And Mrs. Bubnoggin had gone to bed and snuck the jellybeans and
sourballs. They never took enough for Mr. And Mrs. Bubnoggin to notice.
night Mr. Bubnoggin didn't feel much like going to bed, so he stayed up
late reading a book. As he turned the pages he felt a rumbling in his
tummy. “I am hungry. It's too late to eat a sandwich and it's too late
to have a piece of cake. Ah, I know. I'll go and have a sourball.”
opened the kitchen door, he turned on the light. There sat the three
naughty mice, picking sourballs and jellybeans out of the jars and
dropping them to the counter. “What's this? Why you naughty mice! Mice
aren't supposed to eat sourballs and jellybeans. Why aren't you eating
mice looked at Mr. Bubnoggin. Their whiskers twitched and their tails
swished back and forth. Before they could move another inch, Mr.
Bubnoggin picked them up by their tails and threw them outside. He shut
the door, rubbed his arms and put the lids back on the jellybeans and
sourballs, but not before he popped one in his mouth.
three mice found a way back into the house and immediately ran over to
the jars, turned the lids and nibbled on the sweets inside.
Mrs. Bubnoggin woke up the next day, Mr. Bubnoggin told her about the
mice. “Oh my. We can't have naughty mice nibbling our jellybeans, can
about my sourballs!”
Bubnoggin came up with an idea. That night, before they went to bed,
they cut a block of swiss cheese into bite-sized pieces and put them on
a saucer next to the jars. “That should do it. We all know mice like
cheese much more than jellybeans and sourballs.”
Bubnoggin hid and in the wee hours of the morning he turned the kitchen
light on. Once again the naughty mice sat nibbling on his sourballs.
They didn't even touch the cheese. He grabbed them by the tails and
threw them outside again.
won't do at all,” Mrs. Bubnoggin said. She had another idea. That night
before she went to bed she cut some cheese and then she lay a handful of
jellybeans and sourballs next to the cheese on the same plate.
Bubnoggin hid again and in the wee hours of the morning turned the light
on. He was much surprised to see the mice nibbling away on the food on
the plate. They hadn't opened the jars and touched his or Mrs.
then on, Mrs. Bubnoggin left out a plate of food for the mice and never
again did they have to worry about them nibbling their sourballs and