Disgusting! Today’s meal was H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E! I got a pen and paper then wrote with my little mouse hands.

Dear Man,

Where are my proper meals? Rotten cheese, NO! Stop hiding the chocolate and setting traps. As the nice mouse I am, I need better food and better food needs me. I sent the letter and it reached him. I entered the house through a hole. I smelt a beautiful aroma from the kitchen, I went to the kitchen and in front of my little mouse eye I beheld a feast for me for a century.

Guess what? I was dreaming.