Timothy scurried out of the farmhouse kitchen, frightened out of his wits. He was a tiny mouse and the farm cat, Clover, had just eaten up his mother! He ran helter-skelter around the yard. Suddenly, reaching the stable, he hurried into it and hid himself behind a bale of hay. “Have you seen a mouse?” asked Clover who was chasing him. “I’ve been busy,” said Homer, the horse, “Can’t you see there’s no mouse here? What a silly cat you are!” Clover walked off in a huff. “You can come out now!” said Homer. Timothy peeped out. “You won’t eat me, will you?” he asked. “If you hide inside my hay, I might!” announced Homer. When Homer heard Timothy’s story, he told him to stay in the stable. The other creatures helped to bring him titbits and Timothy had become plump. Now, he was very safe, for Clover didn’t like to come to the stable.
A Safe Place
