Tidigare har jag lagt ut min berättelse Saga och den elake svartalfen i stycken här på bloggen. Nu tänkte jag göra detsamma med en annan berättelse som jag skrev för ungefär två år sen, men som jag ändå tycker är bra. Den är skriven på engelska, hoppas att det går bra ändå. Den här berättelsen heter The adventures of Tom the mouse. Det vore jätteroligt om någon ville ta sig tid att läsa den. Som ni ser så delar jag upp den i väldigt små bitar, kanske det gör att folk orkar läsa den.

That early Sunday morning things weren't like they used to.

Mouse Tom wasn't woken up by the singing birds outside, neither woken up by the bright sunbeams, streaming through the window. He was woken by the terrible ache coming from one of his teeth.

He sat up, walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. It was a brownish, wobbily tooth.

It was like a bruise, you only had to touch and it hurt.

Then he put on his clothes, ate some breakfeast and brushed his teeth very carefully indeed.

He also booked an examination at the dentists. Knowing that the dentist was a very sweet and kind girl he spent a lot of time in front of the mirror before he took off.

He was secretly in love with her.