What wasn’t to love about “Miss Mouse”?  She was favored by all.  Witty. Smart. Charming.  Adorable.  Clever.

When she walked down the little mouse streets, other mouses would stop, and turn their heads.  Simply because she exuded brilliance in every way.  They had to catch a glimpse.

Her talents were endless.  She recited the mouse alphabet backwards, while standing on her head.  She quoted Edgar Allan Poe when she skydived.  She made elaborate butter sculptures… of dolphins diving on waves…. … from scratch.  She could land a triple-lutz… on any rink of ice.  Miss Mouse never knew a stranger.  Everyone smiled when they saw her.

She grew up on Fastleberry Lane. Of course, the two most popular boy mice were madly in mouse love with her.  They lived on Fastleberry Lane as well.

Every Saturday, Alfred brought her flowers and boxes of chocolates.
Melvin cooked her little tiny chicken eggs, with Rye toast and fried bologna …. on Wednesdays.  The other mice made fun of Melvin.  But he courageously continued with his gifts of fried chicken eggs.

Years later, after mouse college… they both asked her for her little mouse hand in marriage.  Alfred earned his Bachelor’s in Accounting.  Melvin became Research Biologist.  And Miss Mouse graduated with a degree in Quantum Physics.

Both mouse boys promised her Baby Cheeses for all her life, and a Villas in the Mediterranean.  They wooed her, and wowed her, and showered her with their gifts.

But in the end, it was Melvin who had won her heart from the start.
She told him in their 72nd year of marriage… “Honey, it was always the little chicken eggs.”

“Sometimes what you’re looking for comes when you’re not looking at all.”   — Unknown

The best things in life are unexpected – because there were no expectations.  —  Eli Khamarov

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.  —  Lao Tzu