Nana Barlowe and the Field Mice
One winter’s morning, Nana Barlowe found a little field mouse sitting by the hearth.
“Meow, meow, meow!” said Mrs. Pipkin, Nana Barlowe’s cat. “Mice don’t belong in the house!”
“Oh, Mrs. Pipkin,” said Nana Barlowe. “Let’s not be rude. Surely, we can make room for one little field mouse.”