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Hesitantly, the country mouse squeeked out his brave intention to his friends.
"I'm going to the city," he almost whispered.
The beady eyes of all his friends got beadier as they looked on helplessly. |
But the country mouse had no time for sentiments. He knew the way was treacherous. It took five hours even for the big people in their speedy cars.
He had to follow the banks of the great Columbia River as it wound its way to the sea... and cross the Cascade mountain range in winter.
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Field mice watched him from a distance as he passed each dormant orchard, parents holding back their children with protective paws.
But the country mouse plunged on through sleet and snow, determined all the more. |
He had to see the city for himself, and stand in wonder at its crystal architecture.
And when he had scurried past the last blade of grass, and earth gave way to asphalt, the country mouse came to see the very stuff that dreams are made of.
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Shiny windows were brighter than he had ever imagined. Tiled roofs glowed with a light the sun could never touch.
Even busy, city birds stopped as if to show him they were real. |
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After that, the screen savers
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Have a great week!
Todd
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