A tale of two mice and some peanut butter. By me. There once was a mouse named... well, let’s call him “Spunky.” Spunky always said that life was like a box of chocolates. The other mouse’s name was ... Meep. Meep always said that life wasn’t like a box of chocolates; it was like a can of tuna fish. So, they were best friends. One day Meep was walking and dancing and doing the polka. Spunky was tying his shoes again. The next day they went to a pet store, but instead of getting a boa constrictor (“it’s what I’ve always wanted!” by Spunky) they were sold to 2 boys named, well, of course me, and a boy we’ll call Foofy. Foofy was kinda funny looking. The next day, they bonded. And Meep did her polka, and “me” clapped and clapped. Foofy and Spunky bonded by cooking pasta. The next day, Spunky, Meep, Foofy, and Me ate peanut butter. Then Me and Foofy thought it would be funny to see if Spunky and Meep really really liked peanut butter. So they fed them some again. The next day Meep got peanut butter on his nose, and Spunky got some on his ears. Foofy was kinda funny looking. Meep cleaned off the peanut butter with her paws, and said “always tuna fish” and Spunky cleaned off his ears and said “whipplesniff.” That is the story of two mice and some peanut butter.