ltaylor%bbncc7@sri-unix.ARPA (10/30/85)
From: Laura Taylor <ltaylor@bbncc7> As you recall, at the end of the first episode our heroes the Teeny, Tiny Witches, were still homeless and were being pursued by Mike Feeny who has mistaken them for pesky flies. Little Sam Witch had stupidly given their Fox Theater tickets away to some turtle with new boots who apparrently was on his way to terrapin station. Elmer Harvest Mouse has just squeaked "Quick! Quick!". Our story resumes.... "Quick! Quick!" squeaked Elmer Harvest Mouse. "In here". Ma and Pa introduced themselves and Sam introduced Elmer. The family spent a happy morning listening to Elmer's tales of days when he was once a homeless wharf rat. Once he was almost caught by a gray cat as he was carrying kernels of corn. Ma and Pa and Sam were fascinated. They wanted to hear more, but Elmer began to doze, mumbling, "More tomorrow." The family tiptoed out and began to look for a new house. They found a worn slipper in the closet. "I guess we fit here," grumbled Pa. "Somehow I wanted something better." They pushed the slipper into the shadows and fixed it up. Mike Feeny didn't mind having a mouse in the house. He left Elmer slices of cheese and Elmer shared them with his new friends. "That mouse eats more all the time," Mike said to himself one day. Winter winds whirled about the cottage. The best plcae to be was in Elmer's mousehole, listening to his stories. But every night, when Elmer dozed off, the tiny witches crept away to their slipper. Then one very cold morning, Mike wanted to wear his slippers. He went to the closet and found one. "Where is my other slipper?" he asked out loud, and began looking for it. The teeny tiny Witches raced between his fingers and fled to Elmer's mousehole. "It's happened again," groaned Pa. "We don't fit here either." "Oh, yes you do," said Elmer. "Where?" said Ma. "Mike just took our slipper." "Right here," said Elmer smiling. "Oh we couldn't!" said Ma. But the more she thought about it, the better it sounded. The mousehole did need a bit of fixing up, and she knew where there was some scraps of cloth. She could make curtains, and pillows, and cover Elmer's footstool..."Oh, Elmer," said Ma. Pa and Sam nodded. Elmer grabbed his tail and started dancing. The teeny tiny Witches joined in. They fitted somewhere. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Kind of a corny ending, don't cha think? Oh well, I didn't write the story, I only put in the edits. Don't forget to carve your Grateful pumpkins! --Bobo The Weather Indian