One Mouse's Story

updated 07/01/1985 AT 01:00 AM EDT

originally published 07/01/1985 AT 01:00 AM EDT

...So, here I am taking my usual postprandial stroll after a little of the ol' Buffet de Fromage, and what does I see? A nose! "A nose!" says I to myself. "The very thing!" myself says back. So, being the type of person who is of a navigational bent and what you might call a true Connoyser of the new experience, I hops onto the proboscis in question, whereupon—and, remember, all this on a full gut—the whole shooting match is suddenly two feet in the air. So I moseys a little further up the nose to Reconnoyter, and...WELL, HULLO!

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