Willie Mouse

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Willie Mouse had often heard his Ma and Pa say that the moon was made of green cheese, and one evening he thought he would see if he could find it.
He packed up a piece of cheese and a crust of bread, and, taking his lantern, set out on his travels.
He had not gone far when he met his friend, Mr. Woodmouse, who asked him where he was going.
“Oh!” said Willie, “I'm going to find the moon; it's made of green cheese, you know.”
“I don't believe it's made of green cheese at all,” said Mr. Woodmouse, but Willie wouldn't listen to him and went on his way.
Coming round by Clover Green whom should he meet but Miss Jenny Wren, looking very gay in her yellow bonnet.
“Where are you off to?” she asked.
“I'm on my way to find the moon.”
“The moon!” cried Miss Wren, “you'll never reach it.”
“I flew ever so high one evening and I didn't seem to get any nearer.”
“Well,” said Willie, “why should it be made of green cheese if you can't reach it?” And on he went.