Second Grade Press

Aleeza the Mouse

by Aleeza

Once there was a mouse named Aleeza who lived with a mouse named Anaviah. They lived in a 2nd grade class. All the kids loved the mice, but only two people a week could hold them and feed them. Aleeza was so good at going through small spaces that she could get out of the cage easily.
One day, Anaviah asked Aleeza, “Will you please go and get some food?”
“Okay,” Aleeza said.
“The kids forgot to feed us and we are very hungry. But before you leave the cage,” Anaviah warned Aleeza, “Don’t go to the other classes because there are kids that don’t like mice and you could get stepped on.
“O.K.” Aleeza said in a not so meaningful voice then she wiggled through the bars until she was out.
As Aleeza crawled she remembered where the kids hid the food in the shelf by the other class room. Then she noticed the blue chairs. It reminded her of her mom’s blue eye’s. It made her feel happy because she loved her mom.
Suddenly, the teacher from the other class saw Aleeza.
Just then, something terrible happened! The teacher reached down to pick up Aleeza, the teacher picked Aleeza up and walked toward the other class room. Aleeza was in big trouble because Anaviah told Aleeza not to go to the other class room.

Luckily, Aleeza was very good at going through small spaces. She had to think of a way to go through the teacher’s hands. She tried and tried She felt hot and tired but she tried more and finally she squeezed through the teacher’s fingers and was able to get out the teacher’s hands and the teacher still thought she was holding Aleeza. Aleeza ran to the food she put two pieces in her mouth she wrapped two pieces in her tail and she held two more pieces in her arms she ran quicly.

Finally Aleeza was safe again. Now she just had to get back to the cage without the teacher seeing. She got back safely.

When Aleeza got home, Anaviah said, “Did you listen to me? Did you go to the other class room?”

“Well” Aleeza said, nervously “I did, but then I got right out.”

Anaviah made Aleeza tell the whole story but that’s what happens if you’re a mouse.

THE END!!




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