It was the 8th annual mouse convention and mice from near and far
had gathered for the ball. A pretty little female mouse waltzed by
the stag line and one of the males whistled a low, dirty whistle to
himself. Turning to another male mouse he said, "Look at the legs
on that mouse, aren't they sexy?'
"Just fair," was the answer.
"You crazy," said the first mouse and then turned to another,
asked his opinion.
"They're nice," said the third mouse, "but nothing to get excited
about."
"Some mice have no appreciation," exclaimed the first mouse.
"Now you," he said to the fourth mouse, what do you think of
them?"
"To tell the truth," was the reply, "I'm no authority on legs,
I'm a titmouse myself."
