Little Timmy Mouse snuck into church every Tuesday evening.  He would scurry around from pew to pew…. and finally… in frustration…. he would leave.

But Young Tim was like clockwork.  Every Tuesday night… he come back and make his way all around the church.  Yet each time, he would leave with a huff of exasperation.

(You see… it was always Tuesday…. because….  Monday night he had soccer; Wednesday was Mouse Scouts;  Thursday was band practice;  Friday nights he always had a game; Saturday night was Drug the Cat Night; and Sundays the church was too busy.  So. Tuesdays.)

Anyway.  One night, Sister Margaret Eloise caught Timmy in the church.

“Little Timmy…. what on earth are you doing here on a Tuesday night?”

He replied… “Welllllll….. on Monday’s I have soccer…. on Wednesdays…”  …. and on an on.

“No Timmy.  Why exactly are you here?”
“Because my Grandma told me I could find Baby Cheeses if I went to church.  And I love Baby Cheeses.”

So Sister Margaret Eloise went to the Church Snack Bar… and got him some  Baby Swiss.  And a side of French Fries with Ketchup.

Timmy, was…. eternally grateful.
And he knew… deep down… that Grandma was always right.  Heck… she ALWAYS won at Bingo after all.

And good old Sister Maggie Ella.  She was as kind as they came.