17-A RUBBERY BREAD ROLL

A RUBBERY BREAD ROLL I decided a nice breakfast would cheer me up. There was A LONG LINE of mice leading into the dining room. "Did you get your number?" a mouse with a terribly burned snout asked me. "Number? What number?" I asked. Snout Burn pointed to the line. "The number for your place in line. It takes at least three hours to get breakfast around here," he said. I sighed. I knew I shouldn't have trusted them! I took my place in line. My stomach was grumbling like my uncle Cheesebelly when they run out of cheese rolls at the bakery. I

hadn't eaten anything since that awful cheese rind the night before. I was starving. Just then, I noticed a mouse carrying a tray of bread rolls, tea, and coffee for sale. I couldn't resist. I was so hungry. I bought a small roll and a cup of coffee. The roll tasted like rubber. The coffee tasted like mud. "That'll be thirty bucks, please," squeaked the mouse. "What?" I squeaked. "THAT'S HIGHWAY ROBBERY!" The mouse just snickered. "Take it or leave it." What could I do? I paid him the money. Rats! I knew I shouldn't have trusted them!