 © Copyright 1999 Rhonda S. Vincent |
 Two little mice sat out near the road. "What's over on that side?" they asked a fat toad. |
 "I really can't tell you," he replied with a sigh. "But old Otis Opossum once gave it a try." |
 "Shall we make a mad dash, to see what's over there?" One mouse asked the other, "Oh my, would we dare?" |
 "That wouldn't be wise," came a voice from behind. "I tried that one day, when I had half a mind." |
 "I didn't look this way; nor did I look that; I took a mad dash, like an old river rat." |
 "Then a monster came racing from somewhere out there, And another chased after, from out of nowhere." |
 "Suddenly creatures zipped this way and that. I swirled and I twirled, I was blind as a bat." |
 "The noises they made, I still hear in my dreams. They screamed like an eagle, only louder it seems." |
 "The wind blew so fiercely as the monsters raced by. I laid and played dead, but I wanted to cry." |
 "Then suddenly silence - no noise in the air. I made a mad dash, from the road straight to here!" |
 Old Otis Opossum then patted the ground. He shook his head twice, and then turned around. |
 "Just stay where you're at, boys," he said with a sigh. Then he wiped off his brow, and he bid them good-bye. |
 The mice stared at Otis, then over at Toad. They looked at each other, then out at the road. |
 "Shall we make a mad dash, to see what's over there?" One mouse told the other, "I don't think I care!" |
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