Missing
by A.A. Milne
Has anyone seen my mouse?
I opened his box for half a minute,
Just to make sure he was really in it,
And while I was looking, he jumped outside!
I tried to catch him, I tried, I tried....
I think he's somewhere about the house.
Has anyone seen my mouse?
....
Uncle John, have you seen my mouse?
Just a small sort of mouse, a dear little brown one
He came from the country, he wasn't a town one,
So he'll feel all lonely in a London street;
Why, what could he possibly find to eat?
....
He must be somewhere. I'll ask Aunt Rose:
Have you seen a mouse with a woffelly nose?
Oh, somewhere about----
He's just got out. . . .
Hasn't anybody seen my mouse?
David came running out of his room saying, "There's a mouse in my room!" He asked if Mabel was in her cage (our pet hamster) and the girls thought they saw her curled up in the corner. However, looking more closely, they realized that she had indeed escaped. Thanks to David we knew that she was in his room, somewhere. Once we figured out she was in the closet we cornered her and waited. She tiptoed out, took a quick look around and scurried back into a corner loaded with toys. Once again she came out to see what the fuss was all about. This time we had her favorite little, detachable holding box that she likes to sleep in waiting for her and she walked right in and made herself at home. That was easier than I thought it would be! We all thanked God that it was not Buckeye who found tiny Mabel.
