"That thing is a trap," said City Mouse. "The minute you touch the cheese something comes down on your head and you're dead." The little Country Mouse looked at the trap, and at the little City Mouse. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I think I will go home. I'd rather have barley and grain to eat in peace than have sugar and dried prunes and cheese and be frightened to death all the time!" So the little Country Mouse went back to his home, and there he stayed all the rest of his life.
Thanks to everyone who helped me celebrate on Friday. Thanks for the cake, the drinks, the tabouli and the babagannoush, the emotional support, the pretty shiny things to wear, the vitamin waters, the kind words, the laughs and the love.
posted by SAS @ 3:05 PM
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