Tittle was a little mouse that lived on Belle's Farm. Tittle loved living on a farm, it made him a landowner rather than just a field mouse. Those field mice were always having to scavenge for food. Tittle, well he just stole corn from the chickens or if Mr. Farmer didn't put the feed in the barrels, he filled up straight from the feed sacks. Tittles just loved it when Mr. Farmer was too busy to put the feed away. Tittle could carry off enough to last for a week at least, then he didn't have to fight with Essie the hen for the corn. Essie could be really mean with that beak of hers and it was just too hot to being running from Essie.
Tittle didn't know why people didn't like mice. He was a perfectly good little mouse and he liked to think of himself as a one mouse cleanup crew. Tittle was really good at cleaning all the crumbs and droppings off a floor and it didn't take him anytime to do it.
He really wished Mrs. Farmer wouldn't chase him with that broom. Silly woman didn't she know he could slip right through that broom straw. You could tell the new Mrs. Farmer hadn't lived on a farm before. She really had no idea how to catch a mouse. Now the Mrs. Farmer that use to live on the farm was nothing to play with. She was always chasing Tittle with a wet mop and he learned to steer clear of the house when she lived there. No mouse could escape wet mop strings.
Anyway, Tittle wanted to get some of that feed stored so her could head to the creek. He thought he might have a bath today. As hot as it was it would cool him off and he was sure it would surprise his Mom. Taking a bath without being told to was always a great way to surprise Mom. Tittles was scurrying back and forth filling his corner with corn. One more trip ought to do it and he would be off to the cool water.
Tittles stopped. Dead still, he listened. Yep, there it was. He was through for the day. Slowly, slowly, he back away and then ran as fast as he could. A huge, mean old king snake was now guarding the feed sack. Where had he come from? Tittles had to warn Mom. He didn't want her caught. Everybody knew that mice were a king snakes favorite meal. "Mom, Mom" Tittle called.
"What in the world are you yelling about?" Mom answered.
"Oh, Mom, there is a king snake in the feed room of the barn" Tittle cried.
"Well, we will just have to stay out of the barn for a few days and let him see there is nothing there for him to eat and he will be own his way" Mom replied.
"But where will we go?" asked Tittle.
"To the field of course. That is where we came from" Mom said.
Tittle felt sad. He hadn't lived in the field before. He had always made fun of the field mice. They didn't have a nice barn to live in and had to look for food and ate all those weird berries and things. They slept under logs and in trees and oh, how he wished he hadn't been so mean to them. Now he had to go live with them. Oh, what was Tittle going to do?
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