Post by Admin on Dec 21, 2015 7:38:35 GMT 8
The Little Mouse
Once upon a time there was a Baby Mouse and Mother Mouse. They lived in a hole in the skirting board in a big, warm house with lots of cheese to eat, where they wanted for nothing. Then, one day, Mother Mouse decided to take Baby Mouse outside of their home. Waiting outside for them was a huge ginger tomcat, licking it’s lips and waiting to eat them both up.
"Mother, Mother! What should we do?" Cried Baby Mouse, clinging to his mother’s tail. Mother Mouse paused, staring up into the beady eyes of the hungry cat. But she wasn’t scared, because she knew exactly how to deal with big, scary cats. She opened her mouth and took in a deep breath.
"Woof! Woof! Bark bark bark!" She shouted, and the cat ran away as fast as he could.
"Wow, Mother! That was amazing!" Baby Mouse said to his mother, smiling happily.
"And that, my child, is why it is always best to have a second language."
Moral: It’s always good to have a second language.
Once upon a time there was a Baby Mouse and Mother Mouse. They lived in a hole in the skirting board in a big, warm house with lots of cheese to eat, where they wanted for nothing. Then, one day, Mother Mouse decided to take Baby Mouse outside of their home. Waiting outside for them was a huge ginger tomcat, licking it’s lips and waiting to eat them both up.
"Mother, Mother! What should we do?" Cried Baby Mouse, clinging to his mother’s tail. Mother Mouse paused, staring up into the beady eyes of the hungry cat. But she wasn’t scared, because she knew exactly how to deal with big, scary cats. She opened her mouth and took in a deep breath.
"Woof! Woof! Bark bark bark!" She shouted, and the cat ran away as fast as he could.
"Wow, Mother! That was amazing!" Baby Mouse said to his mother, smiling happily.
"And that, my child, is why it is always best to have a second language."
Moral: It’s always good to have a second language.