I'm Ty Burrell, and today I'll be reading "Mice Twice,"

written and illustrated by Joseph Low.

Cat was thinking about supper.

He thought, "I could eat forty-seven grasshoppers. Or I could eat sixty-nine crickets.

Or I could eat a fine, fat sparrow.

But what I think I'd really like is a nice, tender mouse."

So he went outside and sat at Mouse's door.

"Are you there, Mouse," he asked, "and in good health, I hope?"

Mouse lay snug in her nest behind the door. The door was too small for Cat to get through.

"Never better," she said.

Cat tuned his rough voice to make it smooth.

He said, "Such a lovely day! I was just thinking, 'How nice to have a friend for supper.' I do hope you can join me this evening."

Mouse knew Cat well, and all his cunning ways. "May I bring a friend?" she asked.

("Mice twice!" thought Cat, licking his whiskers.) "By all means," he said. "Shall we say six o'clock?"

"Six will be fine," said Mouse.

At six that evening she knocked on Cat's door. Cat's stomach rumbled.

"Come in, come in!" he said. But when he opened the door, he saw that Mouse's friend was not another mouse.

It was Dog. Dog was grinning. He was twice as big as Cat.

Cat was angry, but he was afraid to show it.

He waved them into the house. On the table were two small bits of cheese.

"Such a warm day!" said Cat. "I find it best not to eat on warm days. But do help yourselves."

So Mouse took one piece of cheese. And Dog took the other.

When he had swallowed his, Dog said, "I have seldom enjoyed a cheese so much. Is it Swiss?"

"Or is it French?" asked Mouse.

"French," said Cat. "A gift from my cousin Pierre."

(Actually, it was common old rat-trap cheese, as Dog and Mouse knew very well.)

Dog said, "It has been so pleasant, dear Cat. I hope you will have dinner with me tomorrow night."

Cat thought for a moment. "I will, indeed," he said, "if I may bring a friend."

"Good company makes for good eating," said Dog. "Bring any friend you like. Shall we say seven o'clock?"

"Seven will be fine," said Cat.

At seven the next night, Cat knocked on Dog's door.

Beside him stood Wolf -- twice as big as Dog. Four times as fierce.

"Come in, come in!" called Dog.

Cat looked at Wolf. He whispered, "Dog for you. Mouse for me? Agreed?"

Wolf said nothing, but curled his lip in a horrid smile. All his sharp teeth were showing.

Cat and Wolf both licked their whiskers.

But when the door opened, there beside Dog sat Crocodile.

His big, toothy jaws opened and closed as he smiled at Cat and Wolf.

Cat and Wolf stared at that gaping mouth. So big! So red! So many, many teeth!

They could not take their eyes away. Not even to look at the four pieces of cheese on the table.

"Ummmm," said Wolf, looking over his shoulder at the door.

"Actually," said Cat, "we came to ask if we might make it another night. Neither of us is feeling well."

"What a pity!" said Dog, "I had so hoped you might enjoy this delicate French cheese. Brie, it is called."

(And it really was French Brie.)

"Another time," mumbled Cat as he and Wolf backed out the door.

Cat thought for a moment, looking back at Crocodile.

"Tomorrow night," he said, "I'd like you to meet a distant relative who will be visiting me for dinner. Can you join me -- and bring your friend?"

"Delighted," said Dog. "But not Crocky, here. He must get back to the river tonight.

Perhaps Mouse might come, if that is agreeable?"

"Splendid!" said Cat, trying not to grin. "I will expect you at eight o'clock."

At eight the next evening Dog and Mouse knocked on Cat's door.

Inside sat Lion,

so big he all but filled the house.

Cat had to sit between his huge paws. Cat was smiling.

In the space remaining at one side was a table. It was covered with dishes of good things Cat had brought to please Lion.

There were fresh-roasted peanuts;

fat, juicy raisins;

little cakes covered with sugar frosting;

bits of fried and crumbled bacon;

and a silver tray of mint candies.

Cat looked up and whispered to Lion, "When the door opens, I will grab Mouse, you grab Dog, and that will be that!"

"That!" rumbled Lion, licking his whiskers with his rough, red tongue.

"How prompt you are! Come in! Come in!" cried Cat to Dog.

As the door swung open, both Cat and Lion leaned forward, their mouths already open.

Neither of them had noticed that Dog and Mouse had brought their good friend, Wasp.

Quick as a wink, Wasp stung Lion's nose. Then his ear. Then his rough, red tongue. Lion was frantic!

He tried to back away, but Cat's house was too tight around him.

Wasp stung his lip.

Lion broke the house apart and ran.

Cat ran after him. And Dog after Cat.

Cat's house was wrecked, but the table was unharmed.

All the good things on it stood as they had been.

"Good friend," said Mouse to Wasp, "do help yourself to anything you fancy. Those little cakes, perhaps?

Or one of the mints? I rather like the smell of those peanuts, myself, for starters.

Plenty here for both of us, and a good share, too, for Dog, if Cat escapes what he deserves."

If Cat did escape, you may be sure he never bothered Mouse again.

The end.

Well I love that book, because it's very silly and very funny,

but also because I think this book teaches us a good lesson about friendship. Actually, more than one lesson about friendship.

But one of them is that it's important to have good friends around us because our good friends are our support system.

And our friends who love us will be there to protect us when things get rough, as they did for Mouse.

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