I have had three mice. It started when we found a house mouse. He was a starving baby. So we put him in a box with rags in it. We fed him milk from an eye dropper. We named him Pee-Wee. We kept him for a while, and then we bought a plastic mouse cage.

Soon one night, we went to a movie. Before we left, we fed him a lot. When we came back he was dead. At least he died with a happy stomach.

We still had the cage. Soon we went looking for new mice. We found two baby sisters. One we named Mr. Bojangles. The other Hunca-Munca. Mr. Bojangles was obsessed with the wheel. Hunca-Munca was fat, and shy. We kept them until once I came home from Driskill's, and found out Hunca-Munca was dead. We don't know why. Mr. Bojangles was alright and she fattened up. About a year later, she died. We're almost sure she died of old age. She was very cute. So was Hunca-Munca.

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