“There’s a mouse in this house,” said Mummy.
“A mouse in this house?” asked Daddy.
“Yes,” said Mummy, “a mouse in this house.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t a spider on a hang glider?” asked Daddy. “Or maybe a wind up toy left out by a boy?”
“No,” said Mummy, “there’s a mouse in this house. Look! There it is under that book!”
So Mummy got a trap, and it came in bubble wrap.
Daddy put some nuts in the door and we left it for a day, and then two more.
And one day when Daddy was making a snack, inside the trap was a mouse having a nap.
And Daddy went for a drive in his car. He went very very far.
He found a new house for the mouse. One with long grass and no cars and lots of hot bubble baths.
And the mouse lived happily in his nice new house.
I think it’s Phil who should have a blog 😂