Eleven Pipers Piping
When Mrs. Read went to pick up D.W. at the end of Preschool for the winter school break, she found a very upset preschool teacher and she had to wonder why the teacher was so upset. The teacher stammered out what had happened at school that day. "The Tibble's thought it would be a good idea to have mice as a class pet and brought it for a Christmas present for the class."
"How did they get a hold of those mice," Mrs. Read asked.
"Well, they apparently caught them at their house and their Grandmother said that the mice couldn't stay in the house, so they ended up taking them to here for pets… not to mention taking them out of their cages…"
"Oh dear…"
"We found one in Emily's backpack and the poor girl was crying hysterically… we had to call her nanny to take her home. I was so glad that the nanny wrote it off as Tibble Trouble and not something to cause a major fuss over,"
"I should imagine… considering the way Emily's parents are…"
"The second one we found in the snacks for school, so we couldn't eat them. We then found five in the toy box bringing the count to seven. We then found two in the girl's bathroom and one in the boys… however; we're still missing one…"
"There were eleven?" D.W.'s mother asked.
"Oh, yes… what happened to the…" the teacher was interrupted by D.W. holding up something.
"Mom… can I keep it?" the little girl had a smile on her face.
"Oh for Pete's sake D.W., the answer is no…"
"But he's cute… and I was the Pied Piper and he came to me…" D.W. commented.
"Sorry dear… no mice for Christmas…"
D.W. sighed. "But Arthur gets a pet. She let go of the mouse though and it scurried away.