"I love cheese!" squealed Malcolm, a
plump, brown mouse.
"Me too!" added Mhari, as she
crawled into a hole in the block of Swiss cheese.
"This is the biggest piece of cheese
Iíve ever seen. It will take us a week to eat all of it!" laughed Jamie.
The nine mice nibbled away, breaking
hunks of the delicious cheese off. Wee Hamish found a place inside the
cheese and was eating from the inside out. They were so busy eating the
cheese that they didnít see Ronald sneaking up on them. His whiskers were
twitching and his long, furry tail stood up in the air as he crept closer
to the mice.
"I wonder what that stupid cat,
Ronald is doing right now?" giggled Kenny. "If only he could see us now,
eating Farmer Angusís cheese."
"Heís probably snoozing in front of
the fire," Malcolm replied.
"Hey! Toss me down a chunk of
cheese," yawned lazy Andy. Fiona nibbled off a big bit and dropped it into
the hay. "Thanks," Andy said, picking up the cheese. He was about to eat
it when he heard a noise behind him. Slowly he turned around. "YIKES!" he
shouted and climbed into a hole in the cheese.
The other mice stopped and looked.
There stood Ronald, a big grin on his face. "Meow. Stupid cat, eh?
Snoozing in front of the fire, am I? I hate to disappoint you, but here I
The mice darted into the hay,
crawling deep down; all except lazy Andy. He was still inside the cheese.
Ronald started lifting the hay, tossing it around the shed, looking for
the mice. Just then he spotted Andyís tail sticking out of the cheese.
"What have we here?" he pulled the mouseís tail and soon Andy was dangling
in the air in front of Ronaldís whiskered face. "Looks like you didnít run
fast enough. Now youíll be my supper."
Ronald was about to gobble lazy Andy
when all the other mice started crawling all over him. They crawled in his
ears. They crawled up his legs. They crawled through his long whiskers,
under his arms and on his tail. "Get off me!" he shouted, dropping lazy
Andy into the hay. " I donít want mice crawling on me. I want to eat you
all!" But the mice kept running through his fur. "Stop it! Youíre tickling
me!" Ronald shouted, starting to laugh. Soon he was lying in the hay
"Get the cheese and take it back to
the mouse hole," Malcolm whispered to lazy Andy. He picked up the biggest
piece of cheese he could carry, and while the others occupied themselves
with tormenting the cat, he took the cheese to their hole. He ran back and
got another big piece. Soon all the cheese was safely stowed away. Ronald
was laughing so hard that heíd tired himself out. "Letís go!" shouted
Malcolm. All the mice ran as fast as they could to the mouse hole.
An hour later Ronald stopped
laughing. He lay in the hay, too exhausted to move. He noticed that the
mice were all gone, along with the cheese. "I hate mice!" he snarled.
That night the mice finished their
feast of cheese and Ronald, the cat, went to bed without any supper.