Stools in the whole house in my world gave a mouse
a cookie to eat but it stole the whole house from me
like it wanted to thieve, but I am not a farmer in 1783,
so I told it to shoe and it hid in my shoe,
my old and used and rackety porous shoe.
Luckily, with my new white shoes, I was like Pete the Cat.
I had new shoes so I let the mouse stay,
stay and live in my shoe and I fed him and he breathed
inside of my shoe, he ate cookies given by me.
We became good friends
and then, inside his shoe,
he died
and I was sad.
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