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Little Mouse on the Prarie

The little field mouse ran through the flowers on the rolling prarie. The dew dripped from a large daisy, so he paused. Up on his hind legs he went, stretching for the petal.

Finally he reached it. He gave a hearty tug.

Splash! The water rolled out and soaked the little fella. He sat on his haunches and dried himself off. No point in crying over split water.

Off again he scurried. His nose started to twitch as an enticing odor wafted on the breeze. Campers left him a little delight… Cheese!

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