Sunday, November 15, 2009
My person and I have been enjoying more Beatrix Potter stories recently. Today we read The Tale of Two Bad Mice. I was quite interested in the story since we have several bad mice of our own living here in the house with us. The bad mice in the story messed up a doll’s house and tried to eat the doll’s house food—those silly bad mice couldn’t figure out that it wasn’t real. We don’t have a doll’s house, but we have a real house with real food and our bad mice hoard the food in the silverware drawer, next to the nests they make of chewed-up cardboard and dryer lint. We parrots actually have great deal in common with mice since we also chew up things to make our nests, and when it comes to making messes, we are the champions. So I wonder, since parrots can chew things up and mess things up at least as well as mice can and are certainly a great deal cuter, why did Beatrix Potter write some many stories about mice and not even one about a parrot?