. . . mouse. The mouse’s name was Munchie, and he lived in the stable. A handsome mouse, by mouse standards, Munchie had soft brown fur, big friendly dark eyes, and an attractive long tail. His little whiskers twitched constantly as he was always on the lookout for a quick snack, which was his most favourite-est thing to do in the whole world. Munchie had a good life. His bed was a pile of clean, snugly warm hay. He had lots of friends – Bartholomew the donkey, Mr. and Mrs. Sheep, and a family of chickens – Click, Clack, and Little Cluck. They all lived together in the stable, which was attached to the Inn – a place of rest for weary travellers. The stable provided wonderful shelter from wet rainy rain, cold windy wind, and the hot sunny sun.