A Mouse with no House
Henry Seamouse was a fine looking mouse . His glossy coat never seemed dull or shabby , nor did he allow his large mouse ears to become clogged up with mud. his tail was rather short,for a chips cook had once chopped of the end with a carving knife , but a littel thing like that didn't worry henry seamouse .
what did worry him, though, was the day he came home from sea to find that his house was missing .the nail was still there, the string was still there , but ...no drum "it's gone,"said henry ."all of a sudden i'm a mouse without a house".
"now what are we going to do?"said mac,who are we a bit grumpy. "if we have to sleep under flowerpots we'll all be eaten by that horrible cat. this is serious!" but where had it gone ? how could someone steal a whole house ?
we'll ask blanshe ," said henry.
"she'll know what happened ."
so henry sea mouse and seamouse friends climbed through the spoks of the bicycle until they came to a dark hole . blansh knew henry's knock and ran out with her whiskers twitching .
"oh henry,"she said . "i'm so glad you're back!do you remember that girl emily robinsonwho chased you round and round the garden with a yard brush? she took your house away .she's got it with her in there where cat lives .you'll never get it now ,henry-your lovely house is gone forever."
"i think not ,"said henry as he jumped up on the saddle of the bicycle. "follow me.you mice . i may be a mouse without a house-but not for long
