The tail of Gordon Zola

The mice were furious. They raised banners, and sounded trumpets. Captain Brian Squeak applied his whisker wax.

Brandishing forks and blazing matches they swarmed the village. Brave Musculus, arguably the ugliest mouse, in front, fancy mice to the rear, preening tails and sporting doilies for hats.

“Go from mouse to mouse! Regain our rightful property!” Catherine the Grater, commanded, eyes ablaze.

They climbed every brick, branch and baby. Then, as dawn broke, success! Under a Brie Larson teatowel; the whole wheel of cheese.

Sister Agatha Fluff had never seen anything so perfect in its circumference. Overwhelmed, she whispered, “Cheesus.”